SUN [EDIT]

The previous "sun" poem was kinda messy, and not even formatted for HTML

After passing on the torch
its flame has grown dimmer
You've ran away with the lighter,
and left the moths to die in limbo

After burning all your legacy,
the love you gave me's gone
You've abandoned what you had
as you look down with scorn
Yet this torch,
it's what helped you through last night
And yet, tonight, you throw it away as "old news"
Isn't that a strange thing to do?

Yeah, you've passed on the torch, alright
By condemning anyone who found comfort in the light
Yeah, you've passed on your torch, alright
And anyone who likes it is mesesd up in the head

Yeah, you've passed on your stupid torch
Nobody even cares about it anymore
That's a lie, because I still cling to this stump of wood
Yes, I'm a moth, of course I still do

After passing on the torch
it's decayed into ash
But that's okay
I never cared anyway

Right?