One would think that if one has been burnt once
One would stay away from the fire.
But Oh no, you draw me
Closer and closer
With the flames of your very existence
Enticing me, sweeping me in
With the tongues of your blinding radiance
Depriving me of sense, of truth, of reality
Your fingers of warmth
Beckon me closer, caressing me
Until I realize, I’m too close
Too close to fly away
From the grasp of your flaming passion
And then you burn me into chars
For I’m a mere moth, and you, a raging fire.
Have you ever thought what a moth would feel like being drawn to the light repeatedly and being burnt as a consequence? Well, this little piece sheds a little light on that. Pun Not Intended.