Spiders crawling in the home, all over my body. Friends for life, but at a distance. Disgust with them. Ceiling above is a web. Left to die in a filthy cocoon. Fiends for life. Come get pulled in to a slow death, pleasant and warm. In a filthy cocoon, creeping and crawling. Never sleep with your mouth open. Come crawl inside, in my bed, in my web, in the filth. Disgust with them, but they allow you. Life crawling through them. Cracks pouring out the holes.