8-eyed spideR

i grew up where danger didn’t scream — it smirked.

and somewhere along the way, i stopped waiting to be saved.

i became the burn.

and yes — sometimes the manipulator too.

i wasted too much time

on a fucking eight eyed spider

and he aimed a 9mm

and he called me a gaslighter

bullets in the chamber

aimed right at my head

it was a no brainer

cuz i was almost dead

danger didnt panic

i grew up with a narcissist

iv done this all before

so i became an arsonist

and set fire to the floor

i could not resist

i was raised in a war

so let’s be honest

im rotten to the core

and i leave 0 to witness

unless im bored

then i might extinguish

im not too sure

but i couldnt careless

so i fucking guess

i wasted too much time

on a fucking eight eyed spider

and he aimed a 9mm

and he called me a gaslighter

bullets in the chamber

aimed right at my head

it was a no brainer

cuz i was almost dead

my mom and dad split

i felt all the blame

although i must admit

it was all in my brain

in a constant conflict

always feel insane

not sure if its a gift

might be inhumane

either way its dismissed

because i love the pain

eight legs layed webs

didnt pull the trigger

but managed something bigger

i get to fucking live with it

almost made a killer

but he hesitated

to move his finger

and i manipulated

cuz im a quick thinker

even though

i wasted too much time

on a fucking eight eyed spider

and he aimed a 9mm

and he called me a gaslighter

bullets in the chamber

aimed right at my head

it was a no brainer

cuz i was almost dead

some stories don’t end in silence.

some survive as sound.

this one’s still bleeding- but it sings now.

8-eyed spideR

im over it

08/17/24