you'll be the moth
i'll be the fly.
you'll go towards light
i'll go towards grime.
you'll fill your wings
with sun shaped scars
i'll cover my eyes with
tangerine netting

we won't be forgetting.

(would you rather burn or
roll in filth?
or roll in sin?
or roll in guilt?)

you and i,
the fly and moth,
we'll both choose our ways
of demise
i'll decide that i'll indulge
and you'll inch towards that holy light,
we'll end up only half-alive.
you'll be the moth,
i'll be the fly.