The tricky little spider with the spiny little voice
Listen to him in the corner
In the night, my only choice
He's a killer, thief, and mastermind
At trickery
The cruelest kind
I follow blindly cause I must
Undying and undeserving trust
Just creep and slight all colored black
Hanging around, just on my back
And all the words deliberate and dark
Deep enough to pierce the thickest heart
He's sharp, ya hear? He'll knock you down.
He'll stab and beat and slash and drown
He doesn't regret and no one sees
So he sleeps
In the darkest part
in me.
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