The Web

Captivated by the hypnotizing lights

Habitually, I stream the winds and fly

Next thing I knew I was a bug caught on a thread

A woven fabric that kept rendering me mindless,

The silk quivers with the tick of the clock

Sudden jolts warn the increasing flock

I rest my eyes but fall for the same trick again

One day I'll wake over,

And find myself shackled in a black widow's lair