pants on fire

i've caught you once. they are not aware that it is STILL happening. your web is growing an inch bigger every minute of the hour. i don't have time to catch you again. i've spent so many nights being happy. thinking that i was happy. but i wasn't alone. you made others happy too. you even made others cry too. oh wait..or did you not even meant to make em' happy nor sad and that you just do as you will without regard of their feelings? i can't ever call you human. you don't have any of the qualities. even animals have decency. i tink alien are quite polite sometimes. i have no clue of what you are and what you are made of. only your creator knows where you are from. maybe something went wrong in the mids of making you. i am not sure whether your creators are proud of their production. possibly not unless they too are like you. inhumane. everyone seems to be entangled in the web of your lies. stuck onto the sticky strings of lies and deceit. they are so not aware of your agenda. or are they just too hung up to let go? i'm not sure. i can even care less. i've found my scissors to let me go from that web. i took an oath not to return to it. i'll not sacrifice myself to be your food. i'll never let you eat me like you have eaten little pieces of your other prey. never. i've tried to warn the others, but they just wouldn't let go of the web. it was stickier for em'. they're still stuck. i'm not going back there again and be a hero to get em' out. i find it useless to do so. my scissors failed em' the first time. i don't think this time it'll work. i don't know what poison you put into our blood stream that made us see you differently. no prey has ever let em' self go to their predator. never. but somehow your poison has managed to do exactly that. even the once who have gotten lose tie themselves back to your web of lies. foolish i call em'. but what do i know. i was thankful to get out. i'm staying out. no one knows your plan. not even i. i don't want to know. the whole thing had been disgusting. and i'm just glad it's in past tense. i am not worried. karma is a huge part of our cycle. one day, you might just find yourself squashed by a rolled-up newspaper, just like the other bugs.

have fun,

kazem.