My Spider is my memories.
Memories catch me off guard,
once caught,
nothing matters anymore.

I could be on the couch watching tv
with my friends,
and then I remember.
And soon I'm lost in my mind.

What are the memories?
What aren't they?
I remember bad times.
Good times.
Even the times I try like Hell to suppress.
I work so hard to rise above the darkness.

Darkness- another web all together.
It crawls in slowly,
it sinks in my soul.
And I feel it in my bones.
My body shakes with the coldness.
And as soon as the darkness makes its way,
I slowly lose all warmth.

It's taken me a long time to realize
I have webs.
They often disguise themselves as my
closest friends and comforts.

No matter what I'm doing, what else is going on,
I get pulled down.
Some nights I do better than others,
and then there are nights
that have no end.