Woven in silk depression even though pure,
I hang slightly on every strand.
I could weave a moment around me
and hang static.
Would anyone notice the slight stillness ensuing
on my web of thought. Or would I just be
a cocooned memory hanging on my own
web of depression.
Only feeding upon myself... A trap of my own doing,
feeding on the misery that I have woven not
realizing this web is
to capture myself.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
Woven in silk depression even though pure,
I hang slightly on every strand.
I could weave a moment around me
and hang static.
Would anyone notice the slight stillness ensuing
on my web of thought. Or would I just be
a cocooned memory hanging on my own
web of depression.
Only feeding upon myself... A trap of my own doing,
feeding on the misery that I have woven not
realizing this web is
to capture myself.
