Cobweb

Every thread of lies traps the soul.

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Small lies weaving threads that coil,

Each whispering, silken lines that curl

Then they recoil, spiders in the dark

They choke my pulse, entrap my heart

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The threads now tangle, truths unwield,

They spin, from their chaos, not a shield

The mirror’s glass distorts, breaks trust

Lies fill my veins, their venom lasts

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The web of lies, within spoiled threads

Binds my soul with subtle dread

Each caught in silk, woven with glee

When they unfurl, bring me to the knees

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Too late, my soul is bared;

It tries to flee, but the web ensnares

Silk on skin, it ties, it binds

No one frees; my truth, none finds.

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Gone. Only my web stays.

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