I am a breaking light,
See my flicker throughout the night.
Draws down, take of the knickers,
It’s the only way I feel better.
They keep pulling at my string,
Only to find nothing happening.
Maybe a brief glimmer, but not that of hope,
Until they stop looking I’ll shimmer and mope.
Does this mean I ought to elope?
Or, fling this string around my neck in hopes that I choke.
I think I must go.
I am a breaking light and I think I have to go.
My glow is being stolen and I cannot see.
So please for me,
Let me alone and be.