How long will the longing and destruction last;

our vicious cycle of love and loss.

Can this web ever be un-spun?


We claim our nights of passion, to be the best we’ve ever had.

Trail of seduction down my neck…left by your lips, as soft as moss.

How long will the longing and destruction last?


Wasted tears are such a shame, yet I can’t help but shed them over you lad.

The stubborn web of our excuses makes us cross.

Can this web ever be un-spun?


Your pretty little words vault the bye in my goodbyes…you’re such a cad.

I’m innocent to your deceit. My shoulders crumble from the weight of our cross.

How long will the longing and destruction last?


Reminiscing on those perfect days where we were glad

to have captured perfect bliss before it became twisted in loss.

Can this web ever be un-spun?


Nights mingle into days where our lust drives us mad.

Trying to place the blame in a way to get our points across.

How long will the longing and destruction last.

Can this web ever be un-spun?