The Dark Spider, Crawling

The state in which life is best,
A most fashionable way to be
Dead, what he always wanted
Delivered, with love, by me

Mind, so after Shakespeare,
Hate that cloaks like snow,
To sing you off to sleep,
And bury you down below

Thoughts all its own, that creature
Deception, such great fun
To kill the lion within the lamb
Why, it's been a jolly good run.

~Tobi
~...I think this poem is about a gold-digger. Though it got really strange as I added to it. And I once again reference the lion and the lamb...But I wrote this one first. And I killed the lion in this one!
~...Yes, I know I'm awful at poetry, but I'm going to keep writing it anyway. XD