Losing the War with the Spiders

I’m losing the war with the spiders
They’re up in the back room right now
Plotting and weaving their structures
Swearing their eight-legged vow.

I’m losing the war with the spiders
There’s a little more cobweb each week
In the small darkened nooks of my bedroom.
And the shoes in which I put my feet.

The attic’s a place I don't go to
Though it's where the warm duvet is kept.
I can hear them all scuttling about on the floor.
I’ll opt for not-dead and not-slept.

I’m losing the war with the spiders
I think that the end’s nearly due.
They’ll come and they’ll eat me when I close my eyes.
In the same way they came and ate you.