All has turned into a mystical yet sleek darkness,
You feel the grip of her string squeezing the soul.
The blood hangs in endless drift as mind wanders.
Entanglement with spiders should not be met.

Oh, how I envy those with the forebearing knowledge
Of dusting off their entryways and tearing down quilts.
For I am left alone in the dark, waiting for life to seep out.
Happiness once was bliss when I was free to fly.

The magical spellbound fixation that I had acquired,
Only came from those poisonous lips of Eve:
"I love you," stated in such an enticing wisp.
And now I am stuck, bound, in her web of torment.