Even though we tried so hard,
We both knew that this would be the worst part.
An exhausting end that has become,
A love artificially said, does not last for long.
Over incidents in the past that cannot be undone,
And hearts that break, with every word un-spun.
Like a web cradled with mistrust and lies,
I am like a fly.
Trapped in a web, waiting for that final blow,
I can't escape and my movements are slow.
Undecided with the thoughts that I dread,
Of you cradling them there in your bed.
I'm dying inside, beneath this light skin,
A deep dark tragedy said to be love but wrapped up in sin.
In my mind I cannot help but squirm, trying to be free,
But soon I'll be devoured completely.
Lost in a portrait of innocence and honesty,
To which of these I desire constantly.
But there is no hope, no chance to be free,
For I'm in love with misery, and she with me.
A constant struggle with my angels and demons,
Keeps me locked in a battle with good and evil.
Still I am trapped not knowing what to do,
Because on this web I shall probably end up dying because of you.
