I saw spiders on the wall
when I opened my eyes.
They crept in from the hall
where a hidden nest lies.

​

They tremored just slightly
to show they were alive.
I gripped my sheets tightly
as I watched more arrive.

​

I could swear that they grinned
tapping lightly around.
Then they hissed like the wind
as they swung to the ground.
 
Then I covered my ears
when they made me confess.
In my twenty-five years
I never felt so much stress.

​

Doctor said it’s just drugs
that burned through my head.
He said you’re bound to see bugs
when your circuits are dead.

​

So I took up the cure
then returned to my place.
I felt somewhat secure
with no pests in my face.

​

But the cold ceiling stared

like eyes without soul

And time was ensnared

in a boundless black hole.

 

​​Then the walls cracked apart
and all sense drained away.
But for the beat of my heart
on my loneliest day.