of the night,
Why do you fill my heart with fright?
Is it because I fear your bite?
Or is it fear that comes with sight?
Projected nightmares in the brain,
Driving me slowly insane
I rise from bed to slit a vein,
In hopes that they will not remain
The spider that haunts my dreams
And drives me to such harsh extremes
I wake from sleep, driven by screams
To be under the moon's dim beams