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I wrote this to signify, how a person's life can get so wrapped up, in an endless web of crap, they feel like there is no way out. but death.
   



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The web of life entangles me,
I've tried so hard, but can't get free,
The sticky lines, I use, to try,
Pull me back every time.
I climb up high and try to see,
How this thing, got hold of me,
No matter how it all began,
It tightens on me, in the end,
My own threads are rough and few,
I try to live as others do,
but somehow, in the scheme of things,
I am assaulted by other's wings,
I am good and very kind,
But that won't,  these threads unwind,
If I ever find a a way,
I will try to make them pay,
This web is tricky, it makes me sad,
It steals the life, I could have had,
I will break free, someday, I know,
But then, I won't even want to  go,
As surely as I draw a breath,
The only way out, is just through, death.


BeckBeck
November 15th 2007