as the silken webs stick to you
an ignorant bliss is written in your eyes
you are stricken by a venom inflicted
you're caught in a web of lies

there's a difference between visible and hidden
a difference between spiders and flies
you're a victim of innocence once bitten
you're caught in a web of lies

Exquisite brown waves—long
circlets of silver moving over you!
enough with crumbling ice crusts among you!
The sky has come down to you,
lighter than tiny bubbles, face to
face with you!
                         His spirit is
a white gull with delicate pink feet
and a snowy breast for you to
hold to your lips delicately!

I don't like when people ask me:
"How are you doing"
So casually!!
I can never give them a real answer
The simple one they want.
So I lie to myself
Trying to feel something better..
"pretty good"
"I'm, (afraid) alright"
"Doing well"
When really
I honestly don't know how I feel..
And its frustrating
That I lie
Not being able to give you
the answer you want
Not being able to say
What my heart wants..