Monday, December 6, 2010

Like A Moth To A Flame

Don’t come close,
You will burn
like the other moths have
in turn.

This flame is an illusion
Nothing more.
Something I’ve drawn,
Something you think worth dying for.

Maybe it’s real,
Maybe it’s not,
This fire burns way too hot.

Consider this warning,
You won’t survive.
Keep your distance,
Remain alive.

This flame
Is nothing but a trap
that calls out to you.
 I am trapped too.

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