Burned

I am a moth attracted to a flame 

Memorized by the beautiful luminance

As the reds, oranges and blues dance in front of me 

I find myself seduced into its warmth 

Deep down my instinct tells me I'm going to get burned

But I can't help it 

As I hover near, the light whispers to me promise of happiness and forever

The warmth pulls me in

Warm... Warmer... Hot... Burning

I've caught myself on fire 

It hurts

It's killing me 

My heart is slowly giving out

And I only have myself to blame

I am a moth and you are a flame 

You draw me in with seductive tread and empty promise

I let myself get to close 

And you burned me 

Just like I knew you would 

Now my heart is falling apart as slowly turns to ash

And i find myself slowly plumitting to the ground 

As your fire consumes me from the inside, out

 

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