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Well, I just got back from work. Sitting in a chair...infront of a computer. I can't go to bed, I miss having someone beside me to much. Wrote this last night between orders after noticing a moth with a ripped wing who came to chill with me on a table.
Avoiding Candles
I am not like a moth to a flame,
For no light shines in this place.
Flying blind, ripping my wings, spreading my dust.
I rely on my good deeds,
Who should cry when they have karma on their side?
Three fold in the blink of an eye,
Passion missed, for there is no lover
Waiting for me to hold them.
Sick of this darkness,
I have a light,
But I only find it useful
When I decide to quicken my cancer.
A slow suicide,
My breath fading,
My eyes only thinking of what could have been
If life was just a little less stressful.
Or if I didn't let it get to me so much.
I am not a moth to a flame,
No...I am already burning well enough,
Without it.
Avoiding Candles
I am not like a moth to a flame,
For no light shines in this place.
Flying blind, ripping my wings, spreading my dust.
I rely on my good deeds,
Who should cry when they have karma on their side?
Three fold in the blink of an eye,
Passion missed, for there is no lover
Waiting for me to hold them.
Sick of this darkness,
I have a light,
But I only find it useful
When I decide to quicken my cancer.
A slow suicide,
My breath fading,
My eyes only thinking of what could have been
If life was just a little less stressful.
Or if I didn't let it get to me so much.
I am not a moth to a flame,
No...I am already burning well enough,
Without it.