Death of Me


Like a moth to the zapper,
my attraction to you
will be the death of me.


Your hungry stare
makes the pain go away
if only for our time together.


My tears are kept at bay
when you wrap your arms around me.


But how long could this last?
When will you exterminate me?


It won't be long before
your blinding light kills me.

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