Dance of the Moth

I know I'll only hurt myself if I get near her, but no matter how great the pain nor how close to death I go.. I'll still go. She's the closest sun that I can touch, the brightest flame that I can see, the only spark within the darkness of my thoughts. And like the dimmest afternoon sunlight she threw those words that turned my sunny Tuesday dawn into dusk, as the wings of my dreams caught fire like Icarus, and the Sunday love story twisted into a Friday night horror flick..
Maybe I'm hurt, maybe I'm not.. I'm falling and failing. How come it always ends up like this? I'm getting sick of being sick, I'm tired of being tired.. Yet every time I think of her, I want to be with her.

She caught my attention without doing anything
and my wings started flipping and flapping.
Though I know this dream is hopeless and doltish,
I'll gladly dance around her til my wings turn to ash

So I burned and fell down and I lost myself again
but I fought and stood and watched as my wounds deepen.
And I know she doesn't want to see me like this
as she said "don't come near me, please.."

I stole the remaining soul I hid from myself;
A stupidity in stupidity's self,
just to cover the hurt and pain inside me beneath a smile;
to say I love her though we're separated by a thousand miles.

And carved on the whispers of the wind was the last drip of lie I told myself:
From forth the broken poerty of promises unkept
Arise and awake, that casts a shadowy depth
of silent hurtful scenes those memories left
And without reluctance he swore;
Never again shall these eyes adore
Nor these lips yearn for more.