Completely lost in a daze
After your disconsolate speak
Pride feels like it's been ripped
A man I am pushed of my peak
Such a mendacious little heathen
To tell a person you too dream of love
Reminding him of the taste of the autumn wind
And then push him off the ground above
I know someday I will be alright
Such a level of dependence to warmth
That I am now scared of the desolate cold
And yet with courage I'll stay away from the hearth
To be teased with the glow
Is such a bittersweet delight
Refusing to give into my urges
This moth now understands the light
Its fire will heat up my tired wings
But be drawn in is tantamount to death
It will grasp unto my poisoned lungs
Until I can longer draw a breath
This is has forever been my life
One of pain looking for a home
When I was meant to crumble
Like the forgotten towers of Rome
