ever think that a moth is obsessed to the point of suicidal. I mean clearly the bright thing they gravitate to is bad for them. But they’ll hurl themselves at it to the point of insanity. Recking there bodies against windows, burning themselves in fire, catching there wings in the surrounding webs over and over and over again. I mean this is what obsession does to people right. Makes a person want something thats bad for you no matter how much it hurts.
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a little bug
with broken wings
and a more shattered mind
filled with scary things.
a bucket of blood
after a sharp reply
a harsh said word
followed by glass in the eye
them with the pins
trapping me in place
there labels and categories
seeing nothing they can’t replace
and one little moth
with her blood soaked wings
still trys to fly
still trys to break free.
blood soaked wings.
i try to fly
with soaken wings
to the light
in the mist of all these fucked up things
i try to be a better person
while they all hold me down
tell me i am nothing
tell me i am better than them all
i try to be a good person
in a dark dark world
with blood soaked wings
and scary things
lurking in my head
i try to be the better person
but i’m becoming YOU instead.
