Trapped

Surrender to him.
Oh, are you blind or do you not see how this mesh of sin engulfs you in perpetual doom?
Abominable.
Not me, you!
Rather the way you deal with the maggots of fate
Don’t go chasing the shadows slinking behind the already damp walls.
Instead, run towards the door
The bulb... Check if the filament is read to last a lifetime
Only then will there be light.
Right
If not, well there’ll always be him,
The rest will be easy.
You won’t have to pay your bills to him next month.
The young pupa blossoming into a butterfly...
The hairy tarantula had its eyes on you from quite some time now
Whoa – the story of the butterfly and the spider.
At least that’s how the others will put it.
The woeful tale of him and you
So heil him
Marble is ravaged by the atrocities of time, and so shall you be,
But with a slight difference
Time is intangible, harmonious, and a healer.
Pain is not.
Suffer then, what can be said now?
It’s written all over your fate...i mean face.
Oh girl, why did you have to rant a room in this obnoxious hell in the first place?!!