The Sixspotted Spider

White and black
Woven and wet
The Sixspotted Spider:
Eyes filled with regret

He sits in his web
Black with flies
Large and grotesque
Damp from cries

He draws you in...
Shares his food
Gives you a giggle
And tries not to be rude

You think of him a saint
A gift from up above
He pulls you into his web
And gives you his love

I warn you of his dirty deeds
I swear him a bad man
But with just one laugh
It began...

I reach out for one more chance
But I have lost the war
Your body is already limp
Your neck is one large sore

His looks may be deceiving
And you all know of his sins
But that won't stop the wave of females
From getting caught in his spin

I often wonder
About how horrible I must have been
For you to have cheated on me
With such a large grin

Connected

I am alone.
No people in sight.
The only thoughts around
are mine.

The air is hollow.
My mood is clear.
The sun is numbing the world
And I'm the only one here.

I am alone.
No life in sight.
The only things around
are trees, but they're white.

Emptiness consuming.
Feel around for a soul.
The trees are speaking,
the plants are being.
I am not alone.

I can see all life.
Everyone is nearby;
Dead or alive
And I don't know why.

Waging War With the White Widow

Damaged goods are all I see:
Bitten, rotten, looking for me.
Searching for fear; a thrill on a ride.
Step away from me, I'm not on your side.

But you soon split into two
As the rotten one quickly flees,
pursuing the ripe garden
while the other gorges on me.

Thinking you can have it all,
you pick every fruit in sight.
As the other suckles her teeth into me;
this isn't what I wanted it to be.

I push you back from where you came
close the door shut, lock it up.
There's nothing to see;
I am finally free.

My only time with peace
awaits in my bedroom-
but not for long..
Soon you will have it all.

No choice of mine,
I may not fight.
My life is yours
for the taking.

Stranger

You make me different
you make me think;
we're crossing a line
where our minds sync.

I can feel your rhythm
your every beat.
I'm churning while my
old thoughts retreat.

There is no focus
no blue skies or green grass,
just a lost boat in the ocean
with a broken mast.

I want to hear more,
just a little bite.
Don't run away because
I'll put up a fight.

This ending is unclear
and there's no telling what's next
but I'm sure it will end
with a large complex.