[The Black Ninja]

Spiders in my bed.
Spiders; am I dead?

Am I crawling?
Am I sprawling?
Am I unfed?

Am I a spider?
To be so far away
from all that is brighter
than my morose, sullen grave.

Spiders all led.
They led me into their demesne of the undead.

Am I all wings,
or am I sprawling
in my dreams of all the misled ones who bled?

Are we spiders?
I lie wide awake
in all the blood that is madder.
I lie in spiders’ gloomy embraces.

Spiders all dead
In their blood I shed.

Am I thinking?
Am I itching?
Am I red?

Are we spiders?
I lie in my dreams with those who have no sake.
In all the blood that is matter.
That nothing erases.

I am a spider.

[kungfubellydancer]

Flawless. You are a master poet. This piece moves me. Keep writing!

[Herculine]

Very macabre. It reminded me immediately of Edgar Allen Poe. An excellent poem. I hate spiders.

[The Black Ninja]

Wow. Thanks all of you, I never considered this my area of expertise.