Thinking about spider-man

Suddenly my fingers don’t stick

And I’m holding onto the window ledge

Anxious to get my mortality to the safety, but I won’t until

I know for sure it can give a ride to the damned soul too

My sixth sense feels what must be reality’s shake

Should I let it all go in vain just for vanity’s sake?

After a hot minute, I ponder submitting to pain

It feels like I’m losing my superpowers once again