Moth to a Flame

Old poem I wrote. Enjoy

Well hello

Moth is my name

I flit, I fly

Don’t ask why

As I eat my cloth

And devour your lampshade

On my latest escapade

Ugly sister of Madame Butterfly

They say it is bad for you

It will kill

But I love the thrill

Maybe it will make me ill

Or maybe tired

Will I be unsure

Or wired

Or scared like a child running from a bee?

Oh the flame is so me

Dear Abby want some advice

I never met a vice

I didn’t like

I didn’t befriend

How does the story end in the land of pretend?

With my friends Tina, Mia and Jack?

Or will it be a stranger I have yet to meet?

I go towards the flame

The flame I admire

The demise I desire

Oh woe is me

Wired to die

But loving the thrill

The past times that make me high

The past time that will kill

The flame envelops me

Oh moonlight night

Death, silence, black

Darkness, howling, pain,

Loss, crying, dear mother

So sorry to go so soon

But wait, not dead

Ready to tackle another adventure

Fuck you Madame Butterfly


Love
April
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