Molting

Mired in a spindle bound Killing something new Living underground I crawl everywhere, eradicating everything I purge I got my new blood My skin is growing back Hide amongst the plants The new brain is mad My friends don't like the way I look Soon they'll be a feast for me And we'll have a life of bland Impregnate my arachnid bride Systematically weaving to survive Victims fly into our traps Frantic they try to rip away Imminent paralysis Fangs pierce insect flesh Toxified they now convulse Moribund and wrapped in silk Sip the hallowed soul I await their bitter end A scene where bugs are dead Never able to fend off my attack Corpse littered web you see All my trophies atrophied Molting my old self Inject my spawn into their shell Molting they will be as me The greatest swarm there will ever be Molting my serenity Eat'em and leave'em Cannibal family How much death will it take As I lay on her plate, the last thing she ate