Like the night’s frigid scream
As it crawls beneath my skin
Burrowing into my frontal lobe
To preach its eerie refrain

She is the arachnid
Lurking the dark caverns
Of a mind set adrift
Far too long ago

I am washed away
In her acidic waves
As ragged bones
Naked, frail and obscene

I am the hopeless wreck
The wretched frame I’ve chose
From the bold, luminous years
Stretched so far ago

Lucid dreams
Can no longer console
They’ve withdrawn their bliss
From my lungs failing clutches

(I’m sorry, I’ve been a little depressed as of late)