the thouht of you has plagued my years
symptom of my darkest fears
across your face to suffocate
strangely drawn towards her lair certain death
she wants to be part of you
lie in wait my choice of mate
come into the parlour said the spider to the fly
not really knowing that the end is drawing nigh
limbs entwined amid arachnid sex
the scent you spread i know so well
your bite will mean the end to me
release me from this living nightmare
if i stalk you must forgive me
for this dance is my chemistry