Stars like drops of blood, burning on a filthy blanket,
Rotting as I look, expanding as I turn.

As beautiful as you come the more distorted you go,
Still feeling I can trap you in my net, like a wild
firefly,

Feeble, frail, Crippling, lame, You lay down wounded,
Your glow defusing, digging deep, hurting, burning.

But I'm just like a moth, attracted to my flame
At first touching you gently, carefully, painfully.
Until I can't hold, then blazing up in flames,
Merging, feeling, dissolving, sorry for the failing
attempt...

But knowing it was worth it.