Spider Legs Poem by Derek Kuborn

I hope your grave is nice and cozy
Because I'm that spider in your neck.
And I will crawl and crawl inside you
Until you wish for me back.
And I can't help but to smile
When the gin you drink goes bad,
Because I'm the arsenic in your lover
And that voice inside your head.
You'll wait and wait for nothing
When you lay with him to bed,
Because I'm the ghost under your covers.
And I'm the people you wished were dead.
I'm the shoes on your feet.
I'm the faceless in your dreams.
I'm the people you don't wanna meet.
I'm the demons in your sleep.