A Spider and His Fly
His sapphire eyes of blue, so rich
Deny the icy-cold depth.
Poisoned honey on softest lips
Bring my walls to near collapse.
And he dismantles me, brick by brick.
He lays the trap, a touch of silk,
And waits for my undoing.
Soak him up like sweet cake in milk.
In darkness, Evil's wooing,
And he unravels me, thread by thread.
His eyes now haunt me with a fervor.
My weakness is his power.
I lose my grip within his hunger,
As he locks me in this hour
And he devours me-piece by piece.
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