Captured
Spiderwebs of doubt
creep throughout, creep throughout,
in and out of my mind
trying to find
another niche, another crevice,
somewhere to bury themselves deep within.
I cannot escape you
but I cannot release you,
my deadly little butterfly
you are poison, you are poison.
Intoxicating, drawing me in,
fascinating, I can’t pull away.
I am dying slowly in your clutches,
captured, captured.
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