Cobwebbed
I feel so tired 😫
fucking stuck
A truth admired
Pushing my luck
It feels cold here
A clammy damp across my skin
Hesitant to make it clear
I'm unclear if I don't begin
I'll never make the cut
But goddammit how i ache
This is complicated but
I'm privy to what's at stake
Aren't i aware?
Treading territories unknown
Tried but i don't fucking care
Lies I'll have to spin alone
And all alone are spun
Each a strand in arachnid web weaving
The truth can't be told from which one
A top down stereotypical meatcleaving...
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