Germandeathkittiez Posted September 11, 2009 Share Posted September 11, 2009 Spiders in my bed.Spiders; am I dead? Am I crawling?Am I sprawling?Am I unfed? Am I a spider?To be so far awayfrom all that is brighterthan my morose, sullen grave. Spiders all led.They led me into their demesne of the undead. Am I all wings,or am I sprawlingin my dreams of all the misled ones who bled? Are we spiders?I lie wide awakein all the blood that is madder.I lie in spiders’ gloomy embraces. Spiders all deadIn their blood I shed. Am I thinking?Am I itching?Am I red? Are we spiders?I lie in my dreams with those who have no sake.In all the blood that is matter.That nothing erases. I am a spider. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kungfubellydancer Posted September 11, 2009 Share Posted September 11, 2009 Flawless. You are a master poet. This piece moves me. Keep writing! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Herculine Posted September 11, 2009 Share Posted September 11, 2009 Very macabre. It reminded me immediately of Edgar Allen Poe. An excellent poem. I hate spiders. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Germandeathkittiez Posted September 11, 2009 Author Share Posted September 11, 2009 Wow. Thanks all of you, I never considered this my area of expertise. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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