The web sways, but it doth venture away
It stays, as it may, catching creatures that play
Waiting for that one day you and I may meet

Stuck in this sticky essence with no place for our feet
We cannot escape our fate that awaits
To be devoured by an arachnid, no pleas will be accepted
Can we stall what is to come?

Our wings have failed to keep us alive
We've flown right into a trap, like a bear to a bee hive
An exchange of words would be nice...
Even an, "Everything will be alright."

Nothing is fine when you've met your maker
Everything will seem inadequate
Nothing can fill the slot

You hold my hand as I hold my breath
If it were to escape, our death would be meaningless
For I would have soiled the best of the worst
I cannot break this wretched curse

The bite doth cause me agony, but my inability to let it be
My hand slips from yours, my eyes can't see
How strange to die alone when I'm with company