I think it’s like a light switch

My personality that is

On

Off

On

Off

On

Off

On

Light bulb breaks

Oops

Do people like me more when it’s on or off

Do I need moths, or want them

Do I need myself to be a moth

Do I know where to go when there is no light

Trying to explain it, is like trying to find a switch in the dark

You know the feeling, you know the sensation

But you are grasping at blackness

You are describing colour to the blind

But you are blind

Off

I dwelt in white marble halls…

I remember how beautiful it was there.

I remember having all the love and admiration from family and friends.

All my days were happy and bright…

Until I slipped…

I fell like a lightning bolt from heaven.

Into darkness and misery I was plunged.

My sin forever marked me

forever stealing me from the love I cherished condemning me to this

torturous world.

Condemning me to walk in this prison suit of human flesh that ages and dies.

Never to walk again in

those marble halls.