Animalistic and Deep Poems

On Spider

Sleepy and in a daze,

Like I was in a dreamy maze,

I opened my eyes and sharpened my senses,

Only to see a spider dangling in front of my eyes without much defenses.

Seeing it slowly lower down,

Made way onto my face a frown.

Quietly contemplating in my head,

I decided, it lives if lands elsewhere,

But if it lands on my bed, it would be dead.

Unknown to my motives,

The spider lowered down like a locomotive.

Poor spider, I thought in my mind,

The spider dangled down towards my bed like it was blind.

The moment it came in contact with my bed,

I picked up my holy book and inched ahead.

Raising it softly but slamming it on my bed hard,

The spider didn't have time to put up its guard.

Slamming it again and again, I checked the squashed spider who's blood was black but not red,

I murmured rest in peace to the spider and posthumously named it Fred.

A/n: Simply too many people were reading this so I went ahead and updated this. And yes, I'm a heartless sociopath but the survival of the fittest sweetie.

Yes, I know that it's not as well written as the other ones (like they ever where) but that's because I was half asleep when this incident happened, half asleep when I was writing this, half asleep when I was editing it and am still half asleep while publishing it so be forgiving towards this one.

And also, the next poem's gonna be your new nightmare fuel so look forward to it.