Arachnophobia

I loved her with an overwhelming passion,  
devouring my victim while she slept;
and not unlike a spider, I would fashion  
a tangled web where nourishment was kept.  
  
My love was an obsession in disguise,  
my hunger but a single-minded beast.  
No hope would I allow to fill her eyes;  
the kill was followed quickly by the feast.

What merit is there in this kind of ... what?
The word I sought is one I've often used.
But that which lies dismembered here is not
a love, it is a gift I have abused.

I loved too much and now I've learned too late...
The more I loved, the more she found to hate.


Dean Neighbors



Arachnophobia
« on: Mar 23^rd, 2002, 12:06pm »