This web of lies and deceit
where I stumble and fall at your feet
tempting me to light my own funeral pyre
teasing with promise of hope and desire
you tug the threads
twisted words corrupting my head
some would say, irresistible
my blood running cold with dread
With looks that kill
icy stares that drill
down into the soul
this life seems so cold
hypnotically under your control
heart painted the colour of night
you are a sight for eyes that bleed under grey clouds
that plead in the moonlight
begging for a moment of respite
from these strands that are too tight
You sold your soul for a good time
a short dress and some fine wine
make-up and lies, deceptive eyes
to hide your devil-like nature behind
you draw us, deep into your nest
until we are invested
trapped in gossamer threads
where your dead skin is shed
baited, we are digested
to ensure your vanity is well fed
Those that are lured by your seductive pout
you chew them up and spit them out
like a production line of victims
all caught in your twisted system
a fly fighting to be free, snared
caught on webs in your rotting lair
mesmerised by your long flowing hair
Crawling footsteps chill the spine
blood flows like fine red wine
as you dance over gravestones
only remains, a bag of old wrecked bones
you are like a black widow spider
creeping around
venomous bite ready to devour
anyone whose heart dares to pound
Thanks For Reading
Peace & Love
Kyle.
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