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?