It would never be me, I thought. I would never be stupid enough to get caught,
I thought. Who would be blind enough to fall for their traps, I thought.
I thought wrong.
One of those slow moving, wingless animals was after me
again with their weird sticks, swinging it around in lazy loops. It’s no joke if they really catch you with it
though. I saw a friend get caught… It was a mess. But they’re so slow! It’s hard to take them seriously. I easily evaded them and tried to take cover
in my high corner. The problem was that
the Spiders caught on.
The Flies and the Spiders have always had it out for each
other. The Eight-legs were jealous of
our wings. Even with so many legs they
can’t get as far as us.
Now I can’t get as far as anyone.
I could get free.
I've seen Fliers come back with horror stories. Some flew in missing their legs while others
managed to crawl to the nearest busy trash heap without a wing. I struggled against the sticky ropes trying to
feel for places that it was weak. I felt
no give.
It’ll be back soon.
No one has ever been through what the Eight-legs do to us and lived to
tell the tale. I can only use my
imagination.
Too much time has gone by.
Why was it waiting? I’m
here. I can’t go. Just end it.
Just end the wait.
I’m a fly that’s trapped
In a web
But I’m thinking that
My spider’s dead.
Lonely, lonely little life
I could kid myself in thinking that I’m
fine.
-Always by Panic! At the Disco