Horshoe Crab

Behold The side that is sinking Beside that which toils Inside saw you limping Through well water coiled To walk past the inkling To cast it off soon Entwine in your drinking A soft padded tomb (Thought you'd wait around Thought I'd weigh you down Thought you'd maybe drown Tusk beneath the skin Sewn right through the pin Thought you'd let me in)