14 August 2012
You line the walls of my heart With the false promises you weave. Like beautifully draped cobwebs Gathering dust - in them I can't believe.
The little spiders on the webs Are the little seeds of my doubt. I want to get a duster, And blast the cobwebs out.
The silvery sheen on the webs Mesmerise my eyes, What mesmerises me even more Is the way you spin your lies.
Weaver • Opuss № I