I was struck by a bliss from my desklight
As thousands of moths gathered by the candlelight
And with its fragile wings fluttering
Accumulating in heaps to ponder over
Resonating sounds propagating through
The continuum that marks my territory
The domain, dormitory where I remain within
From the grasps of the path of thorns
When Will time learn to keep its pace
The sun comes and goes before the moon
But rarely spends its time saying goodbye
Tragically yet romantically they follow
Yet the music lingers tonight
In the interior of this barren room
The sound of buzzing and the rain
Tickling the window sills that seal my room
Time will **** this occasion ever so slighty
Slowly draining its face from blood as it
Writhes in the everlasting embrace of mortality
Whilst the temporal veil creeps over their face
Amongst sparkles of the dim lights
Dwindle fractured traces, slit away
Pulled apart from the guardians of the dusk
Dust and dirt emerging from the kindled heap
Were it for Them, they would never cease
To see the dawn arise as solis vincit luna
They could fathom the sunlight's carress
For their sunlight faded to charred vestiges
Yet I remained here, the butcher talis qualis
Smothering lepidopteran remains, crushed at my hand
A solis ortu usque ad occasum, ad absurdo
Cacoethes scribendi meum
For my answer lies All in the order of
The naturals where even phraseology
Conjugate in what it is
The everlasting will of my inner demons
