Tossing and turning not letting go of the feeling,
I close my eyelids and I see you like a spider descending,
I am not frightened but enlightened at the impression you have branded,
Bullish of me to think that I could go months without sending you a message.
Can you hear me now the signal I am sending is outstanding,
Outlandish my actions as I stare off the top floor hoping to see you understand this.
Explaining is not my intention but having you back is in the plan again,
And like I never left the only way to handle you is to dismantle your inhibitions.
Who am I to try but a fly in the greater scheme,
You the honey and I the dumb and hungry would only stick to you with ease,
If it were a trap it would not hurt me in fact I live to be captivated by you,
And though the fiction is that "I am different" I would foolishly prove to you my statement till my body turned blue.
To the bottom of the ocean floor is where the other crustaceans accrue,
Bottom feeders hoping I don't leave them but my plans are so big they weight me down too,
Fighting for freedom I hope to just breathe again knowing I will surely fade if I do not soon,
And when I wake up from this horrid scene I hope to wake up to you.
