Sealing the Silk

Here's another spider song,

and I'm tired of shying away in this dark place

but should I surface my presence is met with disgust.

I respond to attacks with venom

which makes even those I love recoil,

seeing me for the petrifying plague I can be.

But I won't crawl back

for even if I'm sick to death of this gloom,

I am used to being the outcast figure now;

and I think it suits me best.

Then again,

is success really worth misery?

If this web disintegrates

find solace that I'd seek absence over replacement

so I can let my silk function

afterall

this life is short

thankfully.

I've missed so many opportunities

to cut you loose

that it's becoming clear

what I really want.