A man is a man is a moth
hardened by battle, body scarred
sweet on the inside, adorable fluff
hands bloody, eyes sharp, yet still radiating warmth
A man is a man is a moth
bigger on the outside, small in the centre
broken and ruined over and over, but still tender
deep down soft at heart, his image goth
A man is a man is a moth
hidden behind a mask and fear
a small child scared and hurt becomes clear
obscured, kept safe, draped in a dark cloth
A man is a man is a moth
drawn to a sunny smile as if a flame
perfect and bright, not at all the same
to protect his love he made an oath
A man is a man is a moth
shiny white skull, harbinger of death
the beginning, the end, but who steals his breath
if not the one who made his gentle side come forth
A man is a man is a moth