Webs of Solitude

Darkness is here beneath the canopy where tiny insects inject venom with apathy Swiftly spinning webs of solitude watching you taunting you wanting you to intrude Lingering notions of spraying potions; hypnosis You're helpless and hopeless Unconscious and motionless Can't you hear the cries? From the spirits fallen victim to all of it's lies, gripping you with eyes grinning at it's winning of your steady slow demise.

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