ARACHNID UNREQUITED....

I felt your sad music vibrating on the floor where I crept.
The meaning of the words I could no longer understand.
But I saw the hot crystalline of your tears,
though you would not see me, could not see me.
You were down,but you would not look down upon me.
I shook to the bitter volume of exchanges as he left.
Recognized the last clumsy kiss of a fallen lover.

I know,for I was once that man-
once drank with the friends he used to try to console himself.
Walking home lit by the moonlight,
seething his inner rage.
His fists balled in his pockets,
deeply withheld inside his body armor.
Tangled hopelessly,twisting into angst.

I was once one of their frustrated form's,
that seemed so long ago.
As the night dark brushed me against one of their silvery gateways,
I walked upon these alien threads for the first time.
I entered like a thief in a jeweler's,became this self.
Borrowed what I wished to be my second chance,
it became my curse.

It was like one of those last night's we ever had,
you kissed him away-like the others.
And pressed a play button.
The sad tones reverberated into the black shadowlands,
where my kind lives-hated and feared.

By your window you smoked
the guilt of bittersweet despair.
Inhaled and exhaled-self medication,self corruption.
Placebo following pain.
And thought you were alone.

I WAS THERE

Then you finished crying,the sobs echoed away.
I am familiar with these confines-
I have marched the dusty bookshelves.
Past the tomes of Poe and King,
paid homage to their sadness.
Old and new,like me man and insect.
A solitary candlelight would have illuminated me,
but no one ever looks.

I knew you had never cried that way since me,
I remembered the last time I had left.
Another form ,another day.
Did I feel regret?
Yes,but it was dulled,a waning memory.
Secreted in the window I listened,
and spun with renewed patience.
Biding my time-aching to be with you.

END GAME

The sash slammed down upon me,
pinning my body.
I bled for the first time-
curious green blood onto the rotting windowpane.

And treacherous mosquitoes
spiraled around in aerial stupidity.
Rejoicing in my downfall,
plotting my end like an ancient horror novel.
Your strange beautiful words hung in the air,
as I finally wrenched myself free.

For one last effort was all I had within me.
I lowered myself down-
playing out the line.
Steadying myself as I had practiced
time and time again for this moment.
Your breath little gasps superior to any music,
I was sure you were asleep.

All the times I had tried to contact you,
to let you know I forgave what went wrong.
Acknowledged my part in it.
I had to scurry away as your toes raced down-
seeking to crush my intrusion.

I recalled the human fragility at last,
the man who knows he has nothing to lose.
I have no fear now.
The females of my kind are dangerous too,
last week I passed another female's web.
The male inside it only a husk-
vacuum sucked dry.

ASCENT

The top of the bed I finally scaled,
noticed the gentle curve of your neck
like it was only yesterday.
Marveled at the soft skin on your legs,
the swirl of your hair.

My only guiding light a lunar ray,
a beacon from the curtain.
As it rustled in the breeze,
hiding the other realm.
The outside world I had inhabited.

What had I hoped to accomplish -penitence?
I cannot understand your words,sentimental or angry.
I could not kiss you,
that is beyond me now.
I collapse,all of my eyes see with a new sight.
But I seek the soul behind yours.

I hope you would not be disgusted,
sense my uninvited respect.
I bleed my pained liquid on your perfect skin,
and the still laughing mosquitoes threaten to wake you.
I lie on the contour of your leg,
three of my own crushed beyond repair.

Soon the static of the winged ones around me-
the buzzing reapers, will carry me off to the underworld.
Draining the life out of me,
it is better that way perhaps.
I would not have you open the curtain to the morning
and see me lifeless and pathetic.

Three have already tried,
their corpses a triangle around me.
Their pointy blood straws angled at the ceiling.
I will be a sacrifice to perpetual love,
my destiny is like hoping for the truth
without the will to create it.

I retain honor-I am not ready to give up yet.
Eventually they will return in a lethal squadron.
They had better be prepared for a struggle.
Your pure covering is now a battleground and a cemetery,
if this is the kind of revenge I wanted,I have it.

Everything is dim now.

I cannot move,

but I know only this.

Tonight I will be closer than any man will.

Before I am lifted away on Hell's wings of chaos.

The man I used to be fool's himself.

Perhaps one day,

When the stars are set in place by providence,

aligned by fate.

You will remember-

And understand our allegiance






Copyright 5th February 2007 Dark Dreams

this one is long. how long did it take you to write this one. but all in all very good

Hi Mystical,

It's long because once I began I had to tell the story.
Perhaps it does drag on a little. I wrote it all in one flow.
I'm glad you like it. Perhaps an an image of the spider from Gormandale would fit it well.

Dark Dreams

no I think you can keep the spider all to your self, to creepy crawly for me

Hey Moon man,

Got that spider pic from Gormandale? Can we attach it to this story.
We have a few spiders in our collection don't we?
A visual for the story.
Get back to me.

Dark Dreams

No not anymore, When enlarged on my computer the picture was awful, dark and very grainy.