Webs

Oh a tangled web we weave
When we practice to deceive

Our webs are spun
beneath the sun

Scorched and charred
The car-crash scarred

Kiss our hearts and sins
And for this, we never end

We cut and weave, lifes but a dream
And in a sea of lies we float

Drowning without sinking
Killing without thinking

Of the webs are lies we weave
And all the heartbreaks that we leave

(Yea its kinda quavery but its a work in progress!)