It lingers within its tiny body, agitating,
Prompting it to commit the very deed it aimed to avoid,
Puncturing the skin of the innocent, overjoyed,
Only to be left self-amputating.
Although it was liberating,
From now on, the little bee will bathe among the paranoid,
The rest of its body has already turned void,
As it awaits its impending doom, suffocating.
Only the honeybee pleads foolishly,
For the mistake it could not resist,
Remembering the pleasure which is now just a cavity -
A longing that it will miss.
Oh, how something so tempting has turned into a catastrophe,
Yet the next does the same - it insists.