Threads on threads on threads on me
Under me, sticky bed, I look, this spreads
far far away, to far to see
Trying to turn my head
Sticky like demon snot
seamless patterns and no knots
I move I start to struggle, squirm
I can't get unstuck, am I infirm?
I fell asleep in my own bed in my own head no threads no waking dread no fear of being dead
Where am I and why?
Am I mere a fly?
I get lose! I am free
But I am not longer me
But my house is there
more colorful than ever been
I fly inside to see what should be unseen
On the floor my body
Lying dead and still
I just escaped death
But I also just was killed
The dried up blood pulls me in
No longer my choice but suiting enough new life begins
where mine ended laying my eggs around my old eye
My babies soon will feed off me then fly
They will be a part of me I am satisfied
I will be short lived as a fly, what is next I can't decide
But it is fine all fine, I fly outside
