I spin my web
in the darkest corner of the bar
and I devour people
till they are a shudder between dream and reality.
I carefully watch their eyes and actions
and spin words around them
till they can’t escape.
But I’m a victim too of their fears and melancholy.
Losers scream
keep me awake at night,
and as skeletons dance on paper
dressed in simple words
the monkey of futility, sits on my left shoulder and laugh.