love is that of a
freshly woven spider web
lined with tiny bulbs of dew
an intricate design of feelings
slipping in and out of construction
you are the utterly beautiful arachnid
long, graceful legs
spitting your silk all over
the innocent victim
entrapped within your wet bliss
covering it like that of a mummy
waiting for it to succumb
to your seductive ways
then piercing it
with your venomous touch
grasping and digesting
the only hope it ever received
leaving it dry and boneless
to die in your hell
your web of deceit and betrayal
next to the last soul who flew to swift
into your majestic castle of lust
DEAD IS THE GIRL WHO LOVED YOU SO!
you wait for fresh blood
kill after kill
you smile for you are happy
because you know there will always
be more hearts to catch
more girls to devour

10/01/1995

Author's Note: I got tangled up, and he killed me from the inside

Posted on 12/11/2004
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