Spider on the Wall

I am about to fall asleep but I can not
I hear the ticking of the clock and the dripping of the water
From the sink as it fills up and runs over
The ceiling tiles I have counted and counted they are now a blur
But I feel that something or someone is in this room with me
It will not show it’s face but it breathes in my ear and whispers to me
As though it wants to be my friend or maybe my lover
I can only pretend as it may only be the spider on the wall
Creeping back and forth as it torments my mind
With lust and illusions of something of the unknown
As I lay in my bed I feel it is entering my soul with ecstasy 
And passion of that I have never known
The spider on the wall has me wrapped in his web
And now I can no longer feel my feet as I am hanging  upside down looking at myself enjoying this