Like a Moth to a flame
I'm drawn to the same
even though I know it burns
it dances for me and asks me to join in
I love how it flickers
I love how it beckons
I even try to touch it
as it reaches its arms above it's head to the heavens
then holds it to me
silently beckoning
asking
telling
and I take the hand into mine
trying to forget about the burning
or the smell of my flesh barbecuing
my body is yearning
my spirit slowly burning
and yet I pay it no mind as I dive right in
dancing around with more of it at my feet
and it no longer burns me
As I dance, I don't notice myself turning
I am wild, or is it wild becoming me
I am playful and carefree, or does carefree become me
what is to become of me
but as the dance dies,no longer wanting to dance with me
it leaves me with blazed wings of an angel
and the small horns of a demon
what has become of me