Spiderweb (Jan 26th,2004) Poem by Nicholas McDonough

You sins eat at you from the inside out
Oh what a tangled web you have entwined
Once the game has came about.

A victim of circumstance of hatred and deceit...
The tides have turned...
Can you taste the thrill of defeat?

Its Russian roulette down to last word.
One last chance...
Will you run or will you dance?

This chair in it's blackened room waits just for you.
One last bullet...
One last trigger pull.
The game is death and your cards have been dealt.

Your screams are hollow...
No one can hear...
Your tears run dry...
Drown on your last breath....
Close your eyes...
Face your fear...
Face your death.

This is a game of higher stakes.
Care to play?
Remember there is no room for mistakes.