A drink with long legs

I took the drink and saw the spider, Legs gliding on strands of silver, Dancing to the tune of death impending, And the sorrowful songs of malaise. Intoxication held captive my senses As venom struck the silent prey, Twirls of silver becomes the shroud And in finery drawn is the last breath.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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