Nostalgia

Web of Lies

I sit and watch as you weave
As you weave your web of lies.

I sit and watch as you heave,
And rub your dreary eyes.

I patiently wait,
Though I don't know why.

As not to be late
To tear your web of lies.

I wait and I wait as I watch
I wait and wait as I study

I watch to see how to dislodge
This ugly web of lies.

You weave and you heave.
You dry and you cry.

For you're caught up in
Your own web of lies.

For a lie never ends.
A lie just begins.

A lie for the next lie,
A lie for that too.

I lied why I was sitting her
I lied like you too.

And now I sit and spin
My own web of lies.

Now I carefully spin,
My own demise.

For the stick on the web of lies,
Is stickier than others.

And once you're caught in,
It smothers.

It holds you tight
Until you get out.

But the only way out,
Of a web of lies,

Is to lie your way out
Into their web of lies.

This poem meant to end,
Ten short couplets ago.

I may not be lying,
But I'm still caught trying.

To escape the web I've spun
To escape the wrong I've done.

This poem can't end without lying,
So here there's no need for trying.

Eventually you get out
Of this dreadful web of lies.

And that is the end,
Of my own demise.

Now don't you forget
The way that you get

Out of a web of lies.