Always Relating to a Determined Bug

The bright blue light glows with fury.
Directed its way, the bug flys without any worry.
Seeing its companions fly to their death.
Still the curiosity gets its best.
The bug stalks the light ready to strike.
Unknown of the imminent spike.
Like the bug I've watched my friends.
Like the bug I've seen their ends.
Interesting aura the cage radiates.
Irresistible temptation the object creates.
The strongest wills will start to fall.
That lustful light creeps over the wall.
I can see the bug's stubbornness failing.
The desire to discover why his companions are flailing.
I know the feeling dear Sir bug...
I know the dangers of my lethal drug.
Even with my knowledge of death,
I can't help but crawl back just like the rest.
Runway lights turn green and it's time for landing.
Green turns to blue and Zeus gets what he's been planning.
Electric shocks shoot through it's body.
Frying every part, observed by me.
Regret fills the bug's sorrowful mind.
The fried remains that were left behind.
I stay in the back and watch with amazement.
The blindness of the bug leading to it's desecration.
Connections form inside as this time goes by....
Again I can relate to this bug's determined demise.