I am
one who self destructs
A moth, fluttering, moon-eyed
towards the shining light in the darkness
only to realize
this burning luminosity
was anything but
a light at the end of the tunnel -
When the brilliance I trusted
executes me in a fiery flash
My darling, you wish
to save me from myself
but you cannot change that which is
buried within my bones
even if this nature is
hollowing me out as I sleep
Every part of me wishes
to be saved from myself
but then again
Don\'t all roads
lead to death
anyway?