I was the Spider caught in his Web
With his bridge line
The weaving got tighter
My heart became fainter

I was the water colours
Trying to blend in
He was the painter
Creating the obscure mix
He was the creator
He was the narrator
I was the character in his play
It made me sick in so many ways

It took me a while to realise
He was the cause
Of this broken product

He told me he loved me
But secretly
He was destroying me

I tried to escape so many times
He worked his magic
I was easily hypnotised
With his hidden lies

I am still trapped in his web
Although
I have broken his bridge thread
I’m left with words unsaid
Unsaid by me
As I was to afraid

Even though the cage has been broken
I have been left wide open
You are the reason
I am still reeling
With so many confusing feelings

There’s no logic in the things you did
But
These are the things that effect the way I live
I thank the moon for the darkened sky that has gone
I can try and be at one
Thank you!