Naught but a firefly

A blink of patterned lure

Drawn in to fall.

Just as a moth

Believes the illuminant warmth

Called to burn.

Promises alluring

A pardoned reprieve

From sordid loneliness.

Lies!

All lies; embraced in silken thread

Fragility’s beauty torn to shreds.

Used when found weak,

A faux life raft

Suicide’s trap.

Brought on by hunger

An insatiable desire

To feel connected at last.

Lies!

All lies; embraced in silken thread

Fragility’s beauty torn to shreds.

Wrong move,

Pull away,

Slap of sharp vindication.

Worst of all

Hope was needed

For the forgotten soul.

Now…

There is nothing…

But whispering voices:

Lies!

There is no one

That wants this tormented beast…

There is no one.

Perhaps worst of all:

I was learning to trust again,

When you threw me away.

Destined to burn

In halls of bitter despair

With no one who cares.