I am nothing

But a lonely black widow,

I wear a gloomy color,

Except on my heart.

I walk nothing

But an unpaved path,

That is next to the rainbow,

Yet on the prickly thorns.

I see nothing

But a black hole,

At the end of my path,

It is my destination.


If I don't die in my dark destination

Then I will be crushed to death,

By a reckless human's shoe.


I do nothing,

But make art out of my webs,

To pull the gloomy clothing off,

Because of who I am.


The End.