5β³Come closer, I promise I wonβt bite. He says in an ominous, yet alluring tone as he reaches his hand out to you. His smile glints with a flirtatious sparkle as the web behind him moves in the wind like a curtain ready to cover you and pull you under. Youβre not afraid of spiders, are you?
IntroΒ The web moves with the wind, Not alive but somehow menacing. It seems to pull itβs victims in And suffocate them in a way so horrible Only death could know. πΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈ We often come close to it. Too close, sometimes, too close To being caught in the web. Too close to the pain and fear. Too close to suffocation. πΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈπΈ The spider of the web tries to lure you. He seems harmless, but after death He feeds on your blood and organs Before the pain has left. He scars you and leaves you to rot. π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π· Donβt be fooled for death Will not come swift. Trapped. It will come slowly, painfully Disastrous. He will claim you, Your last moments Torturous. π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·π·Twisted Web Poem by Hitomi_grni
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