Frantic Revery

A roaring silence watches over me
It's many eyes keep me from being freed
It's eight legs pin me down
If I say a word then I'll surely drown
In a pool of blood at least three feet deep
I don't know that it's mine
But fear and anger I keep
It's web of lies keep me stranded, alone
I look around for the blade
But that I just can't condone
It's fangs are now bared
An abrupt turn for the worse
The next call you make may be for a hearse
Now lukewarm liquid pours from my chest
Looks like I've been bitten
But at just who's behest?
I gaze down from confinement
And what else would I find
But a mutilated spider
(A trick of my mind)
The end of entrapment
Or so one would think
But I wake up with a crash,
Stand up and blink
And just as I thought I'd finally departed
I look down at my diary-
I'm back where I started