Spit, Spin & Grin

Take me down to the inferno

slip in the needle and dilute

my venom veins ...

My crawl is silent

my bite is soft ...

I weave my web with

innocent souls.

I'll dig you up from dirt

I'll drag you down from clouds

I'll spit, spin and grin ...

while I watch my love fester,

your exposed skin will rot.

Gaping wounds will grow

maggots will feed and find

comfort ...

I'm not insane

I'm toxic ...

(grin)