Black Widow
The silence could be sliced with one slip of a knife,
From the lies you spin in your web of a life.
You have created a surreal world to which you are the queen,
Misery is all that will follow you for your kind I have seen.
Your lies run so deep they are into your blood,
Scarily I think you actually believe this crud.
Your words have become worthless for people can see right through,
You are drowning in your lies everyone knows this game that is you.
Copyright © Jessica Tippin | Year Posted 2009
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