Sweet Hermione




4th poem

I made a complicated poem about the subject this month. Spiders seem to be evil and stand for darkness and mystery. Often they're related to evilness. But they're just animals that do as their mind tells them to do, even when a lot of people hates and disgusts them. 
I think we all have this spider instinct in ourselves, a part of us we dispise and disregard, also in other people, when they suffocate us. Watch out, when your blinded by their looking or personalities, they might take that chance to grab you, and then... it's too late... 

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In your web 

As I'm fightin' and strugglin' 
Being blind and deaf for fear 
Do not know what’s pullin' me trough 
Troubling held me back from seeing clear. 

Mindless I looked the other way 
And kept moving towards you 
Spinin' and turnin' and whirlin' 
But now, I’m blue. 

You hands are moving too fast 
Can't escape, it's too late 
I beg wordless 
With my tears of hate. 

Caught.


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