O, buzzing bug thou came attracted
By the stone cold and white neon light
And thousands futile attempts made;
Was it not a long and unfruitful flight?

Was it for pleasure or pain thou poor being
Came crashing into that heartless thing
That thou hast become so enamoured of?

Was it painful pleasure or pleasurable pain
For which being wounded every time thereof
Thou kept rushing on to it again and again?

Art thou too blighted by the ominous love
That was destined to be doomed as written
By the crooked and dimmed star above?

Canst thou not see thy love is eyeless?
And thou art a mere pawn in a game of chess
Played by an omnipotent ****** disguised
As Fate, or Chance, or Coincidence;
Art thou too robbed of your sense
That thou hast never realised
In what foolishness or anguish
Thou conceived a death wish
And unwillingly wanted it to be fulfilled?