Imgormiel
Part of the furniture
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- Apr 18, 2004
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Spider
Trap.
The webs I weave. Soft ropes, intricate patterns left to guard the veiled sunlight.
I wait her with love for you.
Come here...
Come here little fly.
I have a little arachnid delight for you to be entertained with while I watch with my own amusement.
I so want to halt your purposeless flight. Join me.
I know you cannot resist my seduction.
I am like the mystery of a woman. Unsolved and concealed.
Something you may never understand.
Talk to me. Breath with me, come on in and step inside my loving lair.
Sleep. Sleep my little meal. Rest your heavy head.
I promise you won’t feel a thing.
Love me. Feel. Comfortable. Feed on my charms.
You won’t even know my deception.
Marry me, marry me and marry me dead.
My conquest complete. I rest my desire.
Your soul and the next prey will rest for a while in the silent wind of the trees and my thoughts.
My hunger now satisfied.
Silently I will wait for my next lover. My next victim shall be.
Silently the loathing and lust I hide.
Inside.
Come in. Come on in.