The Soliloquy of a Moth
Desire, an insatiable flame, Contrived, a moth’s despair. A window pyn, my love's refrain. Surviving on air, I am but a game, Insecurity, my constant snare these bones lay hollow and bare. Desire, an insatiable flame. The clouds dance in shame, Mocking my futile prayer. A window pyn, my love's refrain....