Goodbye, Mr. Spider

I crushed the life out of him, and smeared it across the wall.
He shall never bother me again.

Ode to Spider

This is not the place
To show your face
You are not wanted
You are only hunted

For what I feared
Now is smeared
Across the wall
You used to crawl

Your little friends
Shall only find their ends
By me
Who does not hear their plea

You shall die
I do not hear your cry

Go away
For if you stay
You shall die