This thing about moths
And the flames..
The moth get burned
But it never blames

There's a sweet pleasure
In getting drawn by desire

In seeing your remainings
Getting devoured by your love
That you will be within him forever
The closest you ever have

People will mock you
Saying you've given up
But they don't know the torment
Of not getting burned

The euphoria that you found
In your last pain
You know, given the chance
You'll happily burn again

© Night owl