A Spider's Web
Poem By Jonathan Platt
Beautiful to those who will not see,
Your world is an immaculate fantasy,
Filled with such innocence and purity,
Hiding your grotesque mask of insanity.
Your hate and deceit seeth internally,
Like an infection that lasts an eternity,
You're a virus that won't let go of me,
A stark and vivid picture of tyranny.
My feelings for you are just a hypocrisy,
A treason against my soul undeniably,
You invade my mind and won't let me be,
I am but a willing prisoner of this irony.