will the day happen or will it quietly pass by a spider to most disguised below darkness to the corner it hides yet when it gets seen catastrophes monstrosities caught in the light and no longer hid from all of their minds who so long ago decided spiders were creatures to fear like the day that now crawls not in darkness but in fearful trembling light
i wish i had someone to cradle my head and whisper in my ear that life isn't as bad as it appears. i wish had i someone that would come over in the middle of the night to let me cry until its alright. i wish i had someone that i could speak to about anything and everything and i would listen to their everything. i wish there was someone out there waiting for me like i wait for them.
I hear that bitter sweet voice Sharp and cloying She's so beautiful But cold and spiteful Leaving traces of her touch "I'll take you away from this" I won't listen to her I reach out to something safe No answer She gains confidence with every ring No anwer "Remember my sweet release" I try again stretching up clawing out of the pit No answer I stop reaching She has my attention