I am the creature she speaks of;
A myth whispered behind timid licks of crimson.
She's a spider and I the fly.
A price I'm willing to pay,
so long as it's her who watches me die.
Take to my side, stick to my life,
eat my insides til I'm cured from this mind.
With tongue in hand, I'll turn your tides.
With tongue in hand, I'll write what mouths can only hide.