The Nasty Moth’s Flame
Randy Prozac
A reactionary transmutation
Of negative feelings
Another rope in the darkness
Communicating like an omen
Give into the black hole
And suck me back inside of it
I won't break the cycle
I am haunted by it
In the flesh into the soul
I believe in the hands of fate
I won't let it i promised
To sense to taste and touch
Howling, longing, writhing
Desires tear me into parts
To run blind into the forest
With no care
If i make it through intact
