the moth

[adenosine_tp]

This is a poem I wrote quite a while back, and it is one of the few (of my own) which I kind of like. To be honest, I don't really like most of my work... But here goes the moth:

I gladly imprison myself
in the clutches of the glow
that your candle emits
I cannot stop myself as I
flutter towards the flickers
and spits of flames the
tongues licking at my wings
scorching them but
underneath the pain there
is a giddy pleasure of
helpless attraction
engulfing my heart just as
the heat engulfs my body
swallowing it whole
I cannot fly away though
every cell in me screams
for me to depart

I gladly ignore my
keen survival instincts in the
face of danger
once a stranger to
the blaze now I linger
in this red and golden sea
drowning, sinking to the
unfathomable depths
crying out in the
bright
darkness

(I cannot see but I
sense the fire dying as I
die as well)

Worn and fragile
just a heap of dead and disconnected
cells forming a corpse
lying shattered
upon the linoleum floor
warmth dissipating as
the coldness sets in
freezing
this entrapment being
an eternity of absolute black
and black
and black

the color of my ashes.