Play Dead,Spider.

There’s a faint voice that beckons me 
The flickering reflex of a spider that died

For there’s an inner demon that haunts me 

And silences the child inside 
Flesh 

Blood 

Sweat 

Lymph 

And a ghostly grip of an unknown past 
Cloaks me and chokes me

Arms outstretched,it stops me

Like a shadow receding into the dark 
If you find me,coax me 
Do what you will,but call me(I tremor)

For your careless silence,in all its strength 

Can silence me forever.

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