My Web
Wrapped in my own thoughts
Stinging pains coming from within
Numbing my innocence
Grasping for some form of aide
Clinging to the first sign of attention
Truths later figments
Illusions formerly facts
What a web I weave
I know the outcome
I’ve felt that pain
It grows more complicated than the last
Continuously drudging through the muck
Struggling for air
I’ve spun this web before
There are no ins and outs
Woven in my own web of factual figments
Yet I dare build another