My love lies like a spider twirling her web,
waiting in the middle for her prey.
One lover after another,
falling for her tricks and games,
slowly waiting for his death.

He's waiting.

And waiting.
Longing for that end
that comes at the edge of my sword.
I have never been good at finishing what I start.

Now he waits in the silence.
My silence.
the type of silence that wont bring peace,
but nerves instead.

I tried leaving a long long time ago,
to release you from having to stay with me.
I was never meant for you dear
and yet you stay.
I begged you to let go,
and yet you hold on.
Tighter and tighter the more I leave.

My love for you was hidden,
in these walls that I built,
which you finally see lying in your pools of
tears and darkness.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
I can hear you screaming my name.
It echos like cicadas in the midst of night.

Make sure you stay away from me next time, love.