DD - Matthew Hewitt

Spider

Black spider lives within me.
Sometimes at night when I lie very still, I can feel the black spider moving stealthily and delicately.
I know the black spider, I know him well, and I know his purpose, his aim, I know one day, quickly and painlessly, he will slip into the sludge of my brain, then he will control me, I will be his puppet, and he will be my master, he will pull my strings, he will slowly transform me into a cunning, blood thirsty murderer of the innocent and he will relax, chuckle, and enjoy the show, and wallow in the warmth of my brain, for I am resigned to the fact, that the black spider, will always live within me, and only the day I die, will he leave me.
My blood feeds him you see, and he is content, he is a glutton for human blood, he is also a monster, and his real name is not black spider, but the brother of darkness, Beelzebub.
For this I know, because at night when all is quite, apart from my loved ones soft breathing, I can hear him whispering this fact to me incessantly over and over again, I am sure in due time I may become completely insane, and insanity will then come to me as a friend, and as sweet escape from all this mental pain, and anguish, for insanity now I will certainly seek to embrace.