Vile creature of the night,
Wearing a charming facade.
Surrounded by dozens,
Like moths to a flame.
They'll never understand
The truth of your game.
Your 'everlasting' kindness,
As plastic as your heart.

Cunning, vindictive, toxic,
More desire this light.
When one draws too close,
Their wings will ignite.
But one little moth
Managed to escape.
Soon they'll preach the truth,
And come to seal your fate.