Typical, said once again
by my surroundings
and I hate to admit it
but I'm truly lost
within myself
as the moth reaches
the light knowing
its only mistake
was to believe life
held a value
more than regrets
sitting quietly on the
edge of my feet
anxious to arise
from the soot
a name other than
mine is called
but the moth knows
its fate against
the warmth of the lamp
comfort of soot
never felt this good
