The product of too little sleep and too much coffee.

Spider

The soul of a spider whispered in my ear
A creeping soul, a weeping soul
A soul so small I could hardly hear

This little soul spoke lyrical words
Some singing words, some ringing words
Some words of flight and some of birds

A little spider crept through my head
A humbled soul, a crumbled soul
It whispered to me I was dead

This little soul bewitched me so
A magic spell, a tragic spell
To make me wonder what I know

The spider tip-toed through my mind
Searching through it, lurching through it
And feared the things that it would find

It spun a web within my skull
A spiral web, a viral web
Infecting me and this little soul

The spider danced within my brain
A drunken dance, a sunken dance
That made my thoughts pour in like rain

A spider whispered in my ear
With magic words, with tragic words
And left my mind so far from here