Wings

Fuck
this
shit

Said
the
moth

To
the
flame

It’s
never
going
to work

It’s
your
fault

Said
the
flame

To
the
moth

For going
so fucking
berserk

Limitless

You can
push me

And you
can pull me

But don’t
expect me

To break
apart

For I’ve
got tenacity

And
durability

Down to
a fine art