keen as a razor
it has run me through
'tween gaps in armor
to pierce my heart

wielded by one untrue
with skill of surgeon
and craftsmans eye
you wove the web of lies


with cold, dead smile
you twisted the blade
and danced the puppet
to the tune you played

with song then done
you cut the strings
and sighed, sated smile
for what you'd done

one more dead husk
in the web you wove
one more devoured soul
to sate your lust


and still, you spin
your web of lies
to decieve,to justify
to hide your sin


as fickle as fate
in an autumn wind
your story, your hunt
will they never end


spin as you will
and weave your webs
only to entrap yourself
in your gossamer thread

((((( hanged )))))

I can honeslty say it was so worth the wait,,, Awesome

intriguing as well as picturesque my friend -bravo

Thanks


(((Mom)))

Robert

Wow.

Wow Hanged...Very graphic...Thanks for sharing...

Awesome indeed

I love your writing and brevity of lines. You are great at evoking images...I'm inspired.

great poem hanged

"Oh, the tangled webs we weave When we practice to deceive."

imaginative writing coupled with a good literary composition.Awesome stuff Hanged.

very cool

Very deep

lies will always come back to haunt a person.

Very well written, you always make my mind see what you write.