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



  • Author: Nicole Brant (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2018 06:56
  • Category: Short story
  • Views: 19
  • Users favorite of this poem: HangingbyaHalo, Dust.


  • HangingbyaHalo

    This is brilliant love.

    • Baylee

      Thank you : )

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