I weave characters by day
Spin plot lines at night
I form a web of deceit, masked in letters
Ink is my thread
Paper is my foundation
I ensnare readers in my creation
Slowly I lay out traps
Tugging the strings
Wrapping readers in sticky falsehoods
I inject anesthetic thoughts
Intoxicating eyes with interlaced ropes of words
Lulling my prey into false reality
Building walls of ink-laden text
Welcome in with beauty
Envelope with dark, clinging lies
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Makes us sound not too nice, doesn't it? A big thanks to everyone who may have reviewed the first version of this poem. I liked the ellipses when it was shorter, but you were correct that when the poem got longer, the ellipses 'ate.. my... soul...' A great round of applause for all of your. *bows gratefully*
