I dreamt of fearlessness last night
and the city's threats and hate lay still
The faded rouge and pin-up lips
of whores no longer there
and leering squalor meant to please.
But wishing for the same tonight
brings nothing but a constant dread
with focus dragged through cesspools
to the baited trapdoor lair
and my disease.
Small things loom large upon the ground
and scuttle, black and dirty brown,
Inside
and down...

Now shadows in the corners move
with octet legs and spinnerets
Throwing nightmares on the walls in stark relief.
And I see them sharply shifting
like the devil's gentle pets
sent with malice, tiptoe dance and soft deceit.

With venom grin and piercing gaze
Incisions of a mental kind
inject damp fear and bleed convulsion into me.
The secret spaces where you sit -
poised to strike at any time -
quiver with your pulsing presence so seductively.

Arachne...

The rotting perfumes of the earth
breed in you a cancer shroud
with a thousand young to scatter through my soul.
They dance with frenzied maddened bliss
and rape my skin with needle kiss
and sick pervasive clicking whisper
sinister hiss
and no control.

Arachne...

Now they bury me in a silken tomb
Writhing, spilling from your womb
Like fetid death and nocturne eyes
Drowning me in eight-legged lies
Drowning me in eight-legged lies.
And I can't move, in the corner now,
Millions more pour from the ground
In fur and steel and dripping pain
Inject, infect, infest again
Inject, infect, infest again.
Arachne, with your minions armed,
Reared for battle, toxic-charmed,
Cover me in darting feet
Embrace me in your webbed deceit
And murder me with moonlit poison sex so bittersweet.
Rise
Murder me with moonlit poison sex so bittersweet.
Rise
Murder me with moonlit poison sex so bittersweet.
Rise.

I dreamt of fearlessness
last night...

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