Eight Legged Beast
A spider sat down next to me, Looked at my face quite quizzically. I asked him what had caught his eye, He stared some more while he replied: 'I watch the tangled webs you weave, Now while you practice to deceive.' And so without another word, The world quickly became quite blurred. My eyes were then black pools of dread For, now he was inside my head-- Tells me that he'll live forever, Lies I've spun cannot be severed. He thrives on my entangled thoughts. I become ever more distraught-- His teeth are ripping at my dreams My mind is deaf from its own screams. He's caused me to lose all control This beast which has devour'd my soul.I got this idea from the cliche in this poem which became slightly distorted--'Oh what tangled webs we weave when we practice to deceive.' Written August 21st, 2001 © on Aug 21 2001 08:35 AM PST 0 • 1
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"A spider sat down next to me,..."