Poisoned Web

Silken threads spun
Into the early dawn's light
Stalking your prey
Into deceptive capture

Seductive beauty unfolds
From your fradulent words
Leaving behind your casualities
Bountiful in numbers

Hiding within the ruse
Of a tortured soul
In need of compassion
So real and healing

Your multitude of spun traps
Of devious intentions
Saturated with tears
Of those you left behind

Peer into the puddle
Left at your feet
Look into the reflection
Of your darkened heart