I am like a moth
Drawn
to your seductive flame,
Insistently
Incessantly
Inexorably
In a violent game.
But beware...
My wings
They might be singed
Yet I won't die alone.
I will flap my powdery will
Till I snuff out your victory shrill
and take it with me.....home
In a deviant end.
Bitter Sweet revenge.
MS
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