Black Widow
Trying to wash myself clean of the venom. Suffocating in my own words. Hopes and twisted dreams seeing them through all these tangled screams.
Crying on the outside, dying more and more on the inside. Fighting this never ending dark battle with myself. Can't see straight when my head is spining in circles.
Constant motion is making me sick. Weakness taking over from the venom and suffocation. Trying to break free from this tangled spiderweb before I become numb.
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