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It is what it has always been. A trap. It shine like a rainbow catching the light, when its seen in the right light. Other times is hidden in plain view though its threads go undetected to the naked eye. Even thus it finds its prey. It wonders in unknowingly or perhaps attracted to the glimmering fibers before its very eyes. It comes closer and closer and before it can realize what has happened its been caught by the glimmering stealthy almost unnoticed threads of the spiders web. The threads vibrate as it struggles to be freed. The fibers play like plucked violin string. The soft twang can be heard and felt. Then all is quiet. The struggle has ceased. And thoughts begin to flow. Why is nothing coming? Why is nothing happening? Can I just be free of this? My curiosity hasnt been sated. I still need to know more. With frantic and masochistic thoughts flowing the the veins of that which was once prey, now those thoughts flow to a different Melody. The wind seems to take its cue and begins to blow through the leaves of the trees. A steady pluck of the website violinic strings joins in as the masochistic prey now willingly joins the chorus. Soon a new artisan enters the melody almost unnoticed. Strong bass notes reverberate through the threads as the preys curiosity is about to be rewarded. A stready thrumming can be felt. Light at first seeming to come from all directions at once. Then from the left. Thrum thrum thrum the bass continues to play its solo. The wind has ceased and not the prey sits in wide-eyes anticipation. Thrum. Thrum. Thrum. Its growing louder. Then, silence. The prey is confused lost in its own mental state of hungry anticipation. It Yanks and pulls. But nothing. No violin. No wind. But most importantly. No bass. More thrashing. More pulling of the chains that have promised salvation from life once known now to be bright to a place to know more than just what was but to know this painful blissful anticipation and melody. Yet and still there is no response. What seems like an eternity passes and faintly ever so faintly, the bass returns this time there is no waiting. There is only a rapid crescendo then, pain. The deep sweet piercing bite of fates answer of the preys curiosity. But blackness does not come swiftly. It is slowly and steady and personal and passionate. It is felt in every veins and flutter of the heart. This new knowledge is an there is and all there ever will be. There is no going back to yesterday or even yester hour. This. This. This is life itself now. Only the percussion is left as the melody slows. Simply the steady beating beating beating of a masochistic heart. The steady drumming of curiosity and its final answer.