Oh! pretty moth, you came attracted
To 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 you poor being
Came crashing into that heartless thing
That you have become so enamoured of?

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

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

Can you not see your love is eyeless?
And you are a mere pawn in a game of chess
Played by an omnipotent ****** disguised
As Fate, or Chance, or Coincidence;
Are you too robbed of your sense
That you have never realised
In what foolishness or anguish
You've conceived a death wish
And unwillingly wanted it to be fulfilled?