Spider Tattoo

with the fences that separate from each other,
the broom cleans the webs done by his mother,
life after school nothing was expected,
as the drugs he hides from her suspected,
sleep all day and then awake all night,
sometimes he comes home not right,
flowing through his veins mixed with blood,
the feeling he has of himself as a hot stud,
infected with something that rots his parts,
as his mother questions and then he starts,
walls with holes and anger built inside,
with not a father figure in his life to confide,
into a spiral of ever falling depths he will end,
as putting on a brave face for his emotions to pretend.