The Spider
The Spider
The spider moves slowly,
Towards me, its prey
Paralysed by fear,
My courage decays.
Eyes looking at me,
And jaws screaming death,
This horror confronts me,
As I take my last breath.
My eyes roll back,
As pain fills my soul,
My life starts to falter,
And my skull starts to crack.
Death stood before me,
And life ran away,
This day marks my ending,
Only a memory remains.
The spider moves slowly,
Towards me, its prey
Paralysed by fear,
My courage decays.
Eyes looking at me,
And jaws screaming death,
This horror confronts me,
As I take my last breath.
My eyes roll back,
As pain fills my soul,
My life starts to falter,
And my skull starts to crack.
Death stood before me,
And life ran away,
This day marks my ending,
Only a memory remains.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Benjamin de Rooy: | Dinsdag, april 17, 2001 16:40 |
| uhm.....ja....frightening... Ben |
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| danielle de rooy: | Dinsdag, april 17, 2001 08:19 |
| krijg het er koud van... wel mooi.. X daantje |
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