Spider Personality Poem Written By Mystic 9 Feb 2014
Spider Personality Poem
Twisted thoughts aren’t awful things
They are my things!
Great things to be exact.
I wish upon a star for blood,
Blood dripping down the face of a horrible creature called a man.
Wounds so deep in his chest he can’t breathe.
Are my thoughts so twisted if they live inside soft lace?
A spider within the lace
Waiting to bite you
I’ll never hurt you but I dream of hurting other people.
People who are bad, evil, who deserve punishment.
A spider within the lace.
Poisonous. Unfelt. Obscure. I crawl in and out your body.
I dream sweet dreams of castration.
Bright and brilliant
A hidden world of rainbows
Meadows of sweet flowers
Drops of rain on virgin spring petals.
I creep between love and hate,
daisies and death.
heaven and hell.
A beautiful spider in the pollen of your bloom.
I’d cry for you. I’d die for you.
I’ll protect you.
And I’ll leave them drowning in their blood.
Eyes open. Still.
And I’ll erase it.
And take you back to the field of flowers
and the gentle rain
and I will keep you safely
tucked away there.
In the pasture, staring up at the sky.