There a spiders web in the corner.
He looks lost and lonely
and has no where to go.
He reminds me of me.

There’s a spiders web in the corner
He never leaves his  home
without a safe thread to climb back on.
He reminds me of me.

There’s a spiders web in the corner
His despair and pain is palpable.
He reminds me of me.

There’s a spiders web in the corner.
And even though I am aracnaphobic.
I cannot **** him.
It would feel too much like suicide.