Like gnats drawn to a lantern,

They are drawn to me-

Amidst the cold heart of the night they flock,

Phantoms of fleeting nocturnal thought,

Seeking any source of warmth,

Or life,

They can drink the golden nectar from.

I am the sun in their night sky,

The whipping flames of my ambition enthrall them,

Sultry glances allure their shivering, sulking souls,

And feed them the fervor they seek so desperately in their senselessness.

To me they come for a sense of belonging-

A mutual bond between them found

In out-casting me.

They want nothing to do with me,

Yet cannot survive without me.

I say, let them keep buzzing, bustling and bumbling

Like the bees they envy in the morning hours;

Let them mock my blinding, intense individuality

To provide them identity in their lack thereof;

Let my flames entertain them,

Provide them false purpose and direction

As in the end,

They are not moving anywhere

But in circles around me,

While I conquer the world around them;

Let me teach them a lesson:

If you play with fire for too long,

You are bound to get burned,

And any meaning that could have been made with your life

Will be abolished,

Forever branding you small and insignificant,

Like gnats drawn to a lantern.