Sometimes they look so pretty, sometimes people call them sin.
Sometimes they are beautiful, sometimes they make you cry.
Sometimes they throttle you with barely concealed glee with their moving tendrils-
You a mere fly in their calculated flytrap.
Sometimes they make you sigh in delirious pleasure-
Their luscious snare swathing you in spider silk till you gasp for breath,
And uncomprehending, stare at the blank black walls of the earthly hell created specially for you
Painted red with the hot thick red blood of your gouged eyes.
They stare at you with greedy eyes
As you moan ‘no’ with tears forming-
Sometimes you say ‘no’ and they let you go
Knowing all the while that you will cling to them
As a desperate resort from happiness
As you grope blindly in the daze they weave
Thumping a mad rhythm on the dance floor.
They stand leering
Leering as you sway
Drunk in them drunk in debauchery drunk in sweat and sin.
You grovel in the dirt and slime that oozes from their flesh
and stand dirtied by them and washed from the tears flung from your hollow eye sockets
Gazing drearily at the ceiling
Longing for a spider’s thread of salvation dangling from the sky,
Not knowing that there was always a ladder
Always’, they say
and you shake your head and say nevermore
‘You think you’re damned so will you be?’
You shook your head and said: