Right now, It is a bastard miner in a boulder of thoughts,
Exploring my perplexing, mental caverns.
Playing hide and go seek until I fall asleep.
Right now, It is an internal spider slowly climbing each vertebra.
Entering uninvited for foul fun.
Sycophants to a healing method.
Surrendering would let It fester like a disease.
I am septic to the restraint but,
Options, at this point can be so narrow-minded, to realize
No one but I prevents the bastard and the spider inside.