Tarantula

Turning and twisting and breaking bones
The feeder never stops, it's just begging for more
Relentless, it pushes and grinding to dust
Everything that's left gets used up

Melting, burning, feeling decayed
Crawling and scratching, pulled from the grave
What you have is what they take
Cycling over the big mistake

Second hand
Drip fed
Used up
Not enough

Take what's mine
Spend it how you like
Give it back
Less than what I had



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