A moth came to me
late at night.
Flying
through cold and dark
looking
for light and warmth.

They crave the comfort
of a cozy room,
while the world sleeps.
Yet something so sweet
hides a burning gloom.

Why do you yearn
for that feeling you'll never earn?
Why do you keep seeking the light,
my butterfly of the night?

Stuck in a cycle
like a song on repeat
until you get bored of it.
Thinking nothing else,
nothing new
is ever gonna come.

Stuck in a cycle,
where i get better
then worse
than ever before.

Stuck in a cycle,
yearning for recovery,
but at the same time
wanting to get worse
and worse
until the cycle breaks.

Stuck in a cycle,
never knowing
if and how it will end.

It takes one look into your eyes,
and I can tell you're not alright.
The words you don't say aloud
lay heavy on your chest at night.
Every time you cry
I wish I was allowed
to give you a reason why,
a will to live, a will to fight.
I want you to be alright.

It took one look into your eyes
to know you would rise
high into the sky
after you said your last goodbye.

One rainy night
a wolf came by.
It invited  itself in,
came quietly
through the open door,
now it’s laying
on the bedroom floor.

Every rainy night
when I get ready to sleep
the wolf doesn’t howl.
It’s always the same, low growl.

The first rainy nights
I was so scared and couldn’t sleep.
Will it bite me?
Will I still be here tomorrow?
What if it eats me up alive,
and I can’t hide?

After countless rainy nights
I learned to live with it.
The wolf won’t leave.
Maybe the growl isn‘t that bad,
it helps me sleep.
And now I know:
It never bites.
At least I hope it won’t.