A spider stalks a delicate web.
Silent steps on hungry threads.
Each line it weaves a patient snare.
Life and death hang in the air.
Helplessly trapped in a glassy tomb.
Alone in the still of that empty room.
Not knowing that it's time to die.
A fragile breath. no more. goodbye
A fly on the wall buzzing blind.
Chasing a light that it cant find
Aimlessly its path repeats.
Falling down with wasted beats.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Life drifts by so cold and unkind.
Threads break. wings fall still. light fades.
Moments lost in the creeping shade.
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