The silk was spun, Finely woven With threads of DNA and bonds of love. Or so we thought - These webs always intend survival. To weather any storm come rain or shine, To nurture the life that live upon it. Intricately delicate, yet strong. Or so we thought. Not this one. Not this time. This web was a trap. Pretty from a distance, Even looked steady and secure for a while. But you lost control of its construction, And instead it was us that got tangled. Our web became a lie, Spun into a noose around your neck and yours and hers and mine. This was not silk But ******* barbed wire, And it slit all of our throats and left us to die.