Step Light, Sleep Tight

Inspect my swagger,
mind like a warm dagger.
Grab a black widow from mid-air
And gag her with her own thread.

Spin the creature on its head,
Turn the spider into a tracker.
I'll feed her human flesh as a snack
For backing my trap door

Then set her eggs to hatch
Beneath your bedroom floor.
Spark some confusion
In Lemarckian evolution
When the babies track back,

Appetites for hacked flesh
Expected in the situation
Despite no genetic explanation,
Fuck it Lemarck was off the mark

But knowing this one doesn't change...
The flow still has to go on...
slack time, backrhyme, set for gore,
Set her eggs to hatch beneath your bedroom floor.
The babies will track back,

Make a fast batch of chewed flax
Under your skin and bonerack,
Leaving bloody tracks
Of your flesh to photograph.

The coroner will gag and hack
while I sit back and laugh!