The Web

Let the spider spin its web around your coroding heart,
Your a trapped fly being torn apart,
It's not as if your decaying mind can feel the pain,
As of this moment in you life nothing is a gain,
You've navigated yourself into this unholy demise,
All of your lies will make you pay the ultimate price,
You're life is on a streching jaded line,
Would anyone spare you a moment of time?,
As your artfull blood drains from you veins,
You're final flame is washed away by the rain.
 
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