Dead Moths
Somehow, I missed the bigger picture
Staring at the Sun until my eyes begin to blister
I tried to see the light but I'm blinded by my own twisted visions
Barely living for my next fix of liquor
It's quicker to kill your free will
Than to search for a meaning
Daydreaming from my perch upon the windowsill
Stuck like a dead moth drawn to the light fixture
Casually watching as the bulb fades and flickers
Copyright © Nathan Stolte | Year Posted 2007
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