Stuck in a trap, where nobody can see
Inside. Inside my immortal bubble
Feeling everything wrong, why can't it let me be?
Hearing everything distorted, left me in a puzzle
My heart has stopped loving and starting to freeze
My cold spider, keeps my heart tied up, by his web
Spinning his dark magic over my heart. it tease
All day, all night, filling my soul with dread
He is the king of my dead heart, my life
The guard that protects my bubble
Should I be thankful? or is he stabbing me with a knife?
My little spider, he always causes pain and trouble
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4wheels (Pseudonym) (
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Immortal Bubble! I love it......
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wow .. brilliant poem ! i love how you have used the idea of a spiders web to describe your bubble feeling , your barrier . and yes, hurt can make us defend ourselves , but nobodys heart should ever turn cold .. atleast not forever lol . i enjoyed reading this , i love the ideas throughout
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