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Going insane

moth to a flame

to a glistening light

in the heat of the night

Drawn to a fire

by an unkown desire

hour after hour

by a higher power

The warmth of its glow

enthralls me so

To hover around

& absorb every sound

A crackling spark

shoots through the dark

A sign from above?

Could it be love?

Alas, it can't be such

feeling too much

Like a singeing touch

Too late to learn that

I'll always get burned.