The Trap Poem by Radley So.

Traps are set so that it meets the eye of the lonely passerby.
Cunning, conniving, readily stalking, like no other exists or matter,
Conceive a tale spun with golden threads like that snake slithering on by
Confused you might, believe its right but don't forget about the latter,
Cause your half-awake in a world with no sight
and the loneliest moment of night can't break the light;

Traps are truly dangerous, they carry a cloak that transforms; shape and size,
Twisting, warping, deceiving with an irresistible sweet honey lure.
A clone of many people yet, a vengeful foe you've never met, patiently in disguise.
Things are clear, there's no need to fear, 'lest you miss the latter,
Cause if your half-awake in a lullaby world your already deep asleep,
Enter a dream (or is it a dream?) and begin counting the droves of black sheep.

Wide awake the trap will be, spinning his web of lies; (secretly above the rise) ,
This time you will have to learn, this will be the last fantasy you will yearn.
Smoking a path of velvet flame, say bye to the disguise,
Trapped in a pitch-black tunnel, its the point of no return;
(and now) Half awake your emotions he pries, a cocoon weaved from cloudy lies;
Till there's nothing left but a bittersweet taste, counting the dots 'neath your eyes.

Remember if your half-awake and its already tomorrow be prepared to face the endless sorrow,
Of endless hunters, lying in wait, skillfully perfecting their nobled art of creating the trap.
Half-awake you'll fall inside and where your going, there is no map;
Not even a tomorrow.