Poetic Obesssion

Poetic obsession
Beautiful words fall down in empty lies
spun for the web that your spider lips create.
Venomous and deadly yet so beautiful and fradgile
I should have noticed, now its to late

My downfall was to watch you leave
like the leaves of the trees in autumn,
and  I can feel the cold bite my lips
and it pulls me down into a place so dark
that the only light i see is you smile,
a smile that kills me and revives me over and over again

I close my eyes, but i can still hear your words,
empty words that burn my eyelids
make me open them to the cold and hard truth
reminding me of your existance.

I try to run away but I'm stuck in an endless circle
of hollow words and empty phraces that bounce of the walls
in this concrete box of obsessions,
I love you.

It still burns in my mind,
the uncertanty of those word,
when they leave your lips.

When they leave your lips,
your spider lips, they are colder than the winter,
they are meaningless when they find their way to my ears
but in my mind they are poisonous and they dig deep.

Then...
I believe you, once again.