Balor Pavuk

The web moves with the wind, Not alive but somehow menacing. It seems to pull it’s victims in And suffocate them in a way so horrible Only death could know. 🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸 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. 🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸 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. 🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷 Don’t be fooled for death Will not come swift. Trapped. It will come slowly, painfully Disastrous. He will claim you, Your last moments Torturous. 🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷Twisted Web Poem by Hitomi_grni