Answer:
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
What gets beaten, and whipped, but never cries?
Kills the bad ones and the sad ones. Tightens to fit, so one size fits.
What relies on columns but isn't a house, and asks for help but can't speak itself?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?