The Feasting Spiders'

The spider escaped, today
underneath the puss and blood,
to deliver its eggs to feed beneath the scab,
at night they feed upon my life's' blood.

The pain it causes to my horror,
the itching, swelling and lost of blood tissue.
They work in order to fulfill,
their insane lust off puss and blood.
They feed on me like am a dead corpse.

The eggs are a beautiful site,
and when they hatch they shall feast,
on the rest of your blood and soul,
for they are no ordinary spider,
they are soul feasting spiders.

They suck from your wound so swiftly,
the poison of the gangrene from the knife.
And you who calls in the night some terrible fears,
that come and go at will.