perfect circles
arranged in perfect patterns
nothing's out of place so
flawlessly built on strands
smaller than your smallest lie
ever winding in endless spirals
down and down where do
we begin can you see
the end it's near isn't
it falling apart?
aren't we falling apart?
spiderwebs of lies
glass hearts cracking like
the same trap we
fabricated to escape
or maybe to stay longer
alibis spun of quicksilver
strands razor thing and just
as sharp
trying but failing to
hold this together
my breaking façade –
held together by
fragile vicious
razorblade spiderwebs
can i still break?
you can't
save me.
and the world exploded.
(ohwhatfun)
'would you care to join me?'

'we'll watch the sky burn.'