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