I’m just a blind moth to her love flame
I’m just a helpless victim to her fire
she pulls me onward beckoning forward
consuming me with desire
my reason’s incredibly numb
and I only wanna succumb
my predilection is for addiction
she might as well be called opium
railway stations and lunar landings
contemplating steamy nights
candles burning waltzes singing
exploding evening satellites
beneath aurora borealis
sacrifices to the northern lights
she dances softly singing love songs
to the altar of the night
comparing stag lines receding chances
for dancing with ancient deities
I can’t help feeling she’s just rejection
waiting to happen to me