Moth to a Flame

It follows like a moth to a flame.

Grasping ones chest, holding it in vain.

It spirals out of control like a staircase.

Step by step, farther down.

The feeling cannot be slain.

Chasing the days, letting them blur by.

There is nothing left to gain.

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