Moth

Your infinite abyss is all you can give.
Approaching too close to your candle light,
I die in the fire. I couldn't believe
That you can burn down that moth I used to fly.

The bells start their ringing for this sunset
That still hasn't come; in forgetfulness
I cry when remember that candle I've met,
As I was just a new one more from her chess.

The dead word refused my weak soul here to be,
But there's no way out from void to sunrise.
I've got this eternity only for me
And maybe, I have reached my own paradise.

And now, in my darkness and silence I wait
For my last sunset that I used to pretend,
Comparing my agony and rising hate
With circle of minds that may has no end.