Cobweb

silver
white,
sparkling in the sunlight,
twisting higher,
and higher.

silent,
still
dark shadow on the window sill,
waiting…
waiting…

When will you come my pretty?
When will you reach the top?
When will you let me e a t you?

And you wonder if that’s all you mean to him.

You walk past
and smile
trying to keep out of his web.

You don’t know what he wants,
you don’t know if he cares
if he even knows you exist…
but you hope…

Stay out of his cobweb my pretty,
You’re not good enough for him,
He doesn’t w a n t you.

do you follow orders?
or do you follow his intoxicating smell,
it draws you.

and in the end,
they all end up stuck in his cobweb of deception,
because that’s all he’s good for.

Did he e a t you my pretty?
Good, you should have known better.

is that what they’ll say?
because in the end you’re just another stupid insect,
another statistic that people shake their head at…

I tried to w a r n you my pretty…
I tried.

and all you can do is cry,
because you know its true.
you’re just another fact now darling,
that people shake their head at
and say
‘I hope that doesn’t happen to me.’