Manic Spiders

No sleep, headache, need some coffee and a bad horror game.

The night and day spin their webs,

Of melting amber and misty silver,

We are tangled in it like insects,

Who twist and writhe,

To try and get free,

Of our shadowy bindings.

 Manic, electrocuted spiders,

Jerking and screaming,

Bound in silver,

Smeared and scarred across glass

Like mascara lumps,

On china blue eyes,

To blind and poison,

Concoct liquid-ink tears.

Framework of emotions,

Snap and splinter, bone-china nervosa,

Tendrils of blood fray and break,

 Twisted threads of muscle and elastic

Intertwine, serpents clothing a skeleton.

Veins knotted like the bands of platinum,

That sealed her suicide pact,

The glistening slivers of truth in 'til we die.’

Rubies, blood-stained stars

Studding suicidal wrist,

Dismissed as hemophilia’s blade,

Tourniquet of deadly silence.

Filth and copper, crimson lips,

Mechanical hearts,

Fuelled by drugged blood and lust,

Erase the data of names, needlepoint

Across a heart of sparkling quartz,

Pretty diamonds, but so cold and dead.

 All of those names across it,

 Etched through a gravestone,

Negative acclaim, an industry- stained soul,

Lie down and die with this dying world

Author's Note

Find your own meanings, my friends...

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

Good grief,haha your vocab is mad wicked!!! Manic electrocuted spiders WTF!!! Hah that's insane. Kat darkness.....will you marry me,haha JK. KICK A*S JOB.