Goodnight, love

Moths Aflmae

I'm a moth,
Drowned inside the darkness,
Shadows looming before me,
Not a light to be seen.

I am hopeless,
With damped wings,
Unable to soar,
Unable to leave this nasty play.

Then there was a speck of hope,
That was a candle,
Glowing so brightly,
It guided me trough the dark.

I moved closer to it,
I don't know if it was proper,
I don't know if the glowing eyes watching me,
Would be proud if I did.

I looked at the light once more,
Squinting trough the dark,
It looks like it could warm my wings up,
And send me soaring away.

Disregarding the childish stories,
Of moths that went aflame,
I trudged my way to it,
Shivering in the dark.

Maybe I was right after all,
And this flame will be the truth,
Of my life that's filled with with lies,
The one I was forced to believe.

As I got closer to it,
Maybe it was a lie after all,
I laid my wings closer,
And it went to flames.

I see the demon of the flame,
It's glaring at me,
Smiling that mischievous smile at me,
Devouring me slowly.

I flail and scream,
But there was no one around,
I can't do anything more,
Than to wait until my body goes limp.

I should've known,
Should've known better,
Than to trust anything,
In a world full of lies.

Than to trust a beautiful poison,
Than to believe in sugar coated lies,
To think that something pretty would be honest,
Even more than the ugly lies.

To trust glitter and sparkles,
To believe that they're worth a million,
But in truth,
If you scratch that facade they'd be nothing.

As I listen to the bitter sound,
Of the pulse resonating trough me,
I thought of how it's too late,
How time can never be changed back.

How I wished I never listened,
To the cunning voice of that fire,
But I guess I'm better of dead,
Than living in a world you can't live at all.