Streaming along the ziggy cracks
Crimson lines of hurtful tears
Oozing from her hallowed heart
Or what’s left of it.
Sucked and squeezed of life
The once boisterous behold
Now an ugly harrowing sight
White as winter’s snow.
A victim of gullibility
Caught in an obvious web
An elaborate con
Devised to make her weak heart weep.
She promised never to love again
Or give her heart out for its meagre worth
The damaged goods that she is
Or maybe she doesn’t know it yet.
But along came another spider
On the unique leap of time
Patching up the broken pieces
Of her insipid heart.
Spinning and webbing
It became apparent she is beyond saving
The pieces have become deadly shrapnel
Some acts are not worth the pain…