His mind is a web Lies running through lines Craftiness lives rent-free in his blood Maybe he was born with it Or perhaps he acquired it along the lanes The lanes of life He knows your weaknesses Like a moth stuck in a web; he skilfully feasts on you You are his prey; a beautiful prey You don't see it until the blood is drained completely from your veins You struggle to be set free from his entanglement From the snare his tongue's held you in Too bad, my darling You were his prey from the moment he said "Hi" By: Sambasy
In the depths of the city's shadows, where darkness mingled with desire, a tale of redemption and unexpected encounters unfolded. It had been three long years since the devastating ordeal that left her bereft of family and possessions, consumed by the merciless flames. She stood at her customary haunt a place where the dance of despair and longing intertwined. The place where she waited for someone to carry her through the night, seeking solace within her bossom or perhaps a glimmer of hope. Beside her, the flickering lamplight cast ethereal shadows, hinting at the secrets and whispered promises that danced on the night breeze. Little did she know that this night would be different, veiled beneath the cloak of a peculiar stranger. As she stood there, casting her gaze upon the familiar faces of her regular customers, a man approached her. Unlike the others, he remained silent at first, his smile reaching his eyes as if he could see into the depths of her so...