Spider I wandered through the house, like a cold and still mouse, I nary regret the bite, I still feel it's warm delight, I hung from the web so, I never knew the stove, I wished for just a small bite, casual we fall in sight, I tore through the web with joy so, whispering to the words above, and in my trance like state I, fell on a line, just with joy, crawling now accross the floor, I was dead forever, so like wandering in sight, I will not regret this, everlasting danger, that is a cold stranger |