There are cobwebs in the dark corners of my mind.

My spider goes and traps neglection.

My spider goes and traps hate.

My spider goes and traps rejection.

My spider goes and traps prejudice.

But before my spider dies of too much,

My spider decides to eat one more meal.

My spider goes and traps kindness.

It's a shame my spider has to die.

But it waited too long.

It is too late now.

My spider dies,

Savouring it's last meal.