The moth

A pile of bones crouched in darkness
Surrounded by moisture
And dead piles of laughter
No one can even remember her name
She stares into the abyss
She's got no one to miss

If you wanted to find her you'd follow the trail
Of dead wingless butterflies
And Razer blade tails
On the horizon is looming shadows
Waiting to rape her
If she could get any downer.

Then out of no where comes a small freight
Breathless moth soon taking flight
Painted with rose petals
It's brings a new rainbow
Attracted to the girl
With the hollow empty eye holes

For something inside
It's seems something bright
And like normal moths do
It's attracted to light
Perched on my shoulder
Won't let me go

Promise you won't go
and leave me tomorrow?
Little flutter, a smile litters
If you regrow your moth wings
We'll fly away into sunrise
Twirling eachother frantically