Tangled

Oh what a tangled web we weave and yet I continue to deceive. From the morning break until the dusk of dawn. Words spill out with half truths and half farces. The more I speak the worse I tangle my web. To be left alone is what I’ve bred.

They want the words and so I give. To whom I speak are all dead in my web along with me.

Confused but still want I weave this web, so I continue to deceive. Deception is has been my truth without an end. Better to deceive then let anyone know the real me. I have no recourse or love to give just the half truths and half farces.

The web breathes hate, and all of it towards me because I allowed all this to be. I know where I lye in my web of solitude. I choose to be alone for all time never to give in to my truths or my lies.