u/KageTheWolff

It was late one night, just past midnight
and like a moth to a flame
she was out once again.
She sat in the dark,
lit by nothing but a spark.
The night sky looking
like nothing but a lie,
with lines scarring the air
everything cast in a glare.
The night creatures roam
going everywhere but their home.
Unbeknownst to some
their dreaded fate would come.
Almost like
a moth to flame
but to her it was the same.
Just as it is to them.
The crickets they sing;
as the chimes ring,
brought to life
by the night breeze.
The dogs, they bark;
the bugs they lark.
They do as they please.
In the dark,
in the streetlights
with their sights at their heights;
but move away
like a moth to a flame,
they catch a glimpse,
they cannot resist.
Like a moth to a flame,
she gets up to leave.
And like a moth to a flame,
she puts out the citronella.
And like a moth to a flame,
she notices, 
where the moths had been that night.
In the flame.

To the six moths tonight, 
a candle mistaken,
six lives were taken.
For a moment of ease,
us doing as we please.
I’m sorry.

Like a moth to a flame
she’ll go into her home, all the same.
But like a moth to a flame,
the moths will remain.

It was late one night, just past midnight
and like a moth to a flame
she was out once again.
She sat in the dark,
lit by nothing but a spark.
The night sky looking
like nothing but a lie,
with lines scarring the air
everything cast in a glare.
The night creatures roam
going everywhere but their home.
Unbeknownst to some
their dreaded fate would come.
Almost like
a moth to flame
but to her it was the same.
Just as it is to them.
The crickets they sing;
as the chimes ring,
brought to life
by the night breeze.
The dogs, they bark;
the bugs they lark.
They do as they please.
In the dark,
in the streetlights
with their sights at their heights;
but move away
like a moth to a flame,
they catch a glimpse,
they cannot resist.
Like a moth to a flame,
she gets up to leave.
And like a moth to a flame,
she puts out the citronella.
And like a moth to a flame,
she notices, 
where the moths had been that night.
In the flame.

To the six moths tonight, 
a candle mistaken,
six lives were taken.
For a moment of ease,
us doing as we please.
I’m sorry.

Like a moth to a flame
she’ll go into her home, all the same.
But like a moth to a flame,
the moths will remain.

It was late one night, just past midnight
and like a moth to a flame
she was out once again.
She sat in the dark,
lit by nothing but a spark.
The night sky looking
like nothing but a lie,
with lines scarring the air
everything cast in a glare.
The night creatures roam
going everywhere but their home.
Unbeknownst to some
their dreaded fate would come.
Almost like
a moth to flame
but to her it was the same.
Just as it is to them.
The crickets they sing;
as the chimes ring,
brought to life
by the night breeze.
The dogs, they bark;
the bugs they lark.
They do as they please.
In the dark,
in the streetlights
with their sights at their heights;
but move away
like a moth to a flame,
they catch a glimpse,
they cannot resist.
Like a moth to a flame,
she gets up to leave.
And like a moth to a flame,
she puts out the citronella.
And like a moth to a flame,
she notices, 
where the moths had been that night.
In the flame.

To the six moths tonight, 
a candle mistaken,
six lives were taken.
For a moment of ease,
us doing as we please.
I’m sorry.

Like a moth to a flame
she’ll go into her home, all the same.
But like a moth to a flame,
the moths will remain.

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