That Arachnid

Spider, take my dreams away.

String them up above my head.

Pose before my face and scream.

Sting my slumber with your dread.

Each eye’s a claw that scratches sight.

I taste your gaze upon my skin.

The rough designs of torment swell.

Your body bloats on fetid sin.

You spin my thoughts away from sleep.

You drag them far from sickly peace.

You hide them in your mind’s grotesque

Till threats of senseless freedom cease.

No breath escapes the walls you weave.

No hope relieves the captive husk.

Your silent spite proceeds in shade

And crawls upon the edge of dusk.