Webs

So here we are tangled up in all that is tangible
Caught up in the wicked webs we weave
Being all that is human and selfish
consumed by animosity and the ties that bind
Ties that bind us to our own fate, from those delicate, intricate decisions we make
Oh well, whats to make of the human condition
Whose to want when there is no want
Bleeding out from ravaging, savagely
Leaves everyone drained of passion
Marked and pocked from a dagger
in the center of what was once a hunger, but is now full
I've had my fill, yet the claws are still digging
Take it, its there for you if you want it
Its no longer mine
The strings are unweaving the threads frayed and the fire left burning
will burn the threads away