I am a moth circling a flame,

Drawn to what destroys me.

My wings burn in anguish,

Caught in a tango of desire and pain.

Each flicker pulls me closer,

Yet the heat sears through my being,

A bittersweet embrace,

I chase the light, knowing the end.

Still, I spiral, unable to resist,

The beauty of the blaze,

The allure of my own demise.