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yet another poem hand-crafted in the middle of the night. i hope you like... leave me comments lovelies!!

Submitted:Jun 9, 2012    Reads: 16    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

I Am No Saint

Your tangled web of lies, you see
will conquer you, admit defeat.
Struggle in their tight embrace
as fatal tendrils kiss your face

I hear you scream, watch you cry.
I am the spider, you are the fly
Your blackened soul is mine to keep,
hush now liar, go to sleep

I shall not save you; I am no saint
I'm merely a mistake you made
My many eyes see right through you
as you try to taint andtwist the truth

This tangled web is crystal clear
as you writhe and beg, consumed in fear
you are defeated, you are weak
I'll never become the Saviour you seek


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