Comet Dust
Passion over distance
Liquid drops
Heartbeat stops
Foolishness I know,
This I do not.
Angelic stardust
Against her pale skin
Comets shoot
Through liquid green eyes.
Black holes in places
Only me and her devils know.
Not oft is the sinner
Called to save a saint,
Demons misunderstood
Still try to do good.
Sometimes the heroes
Hoist up darkened flags
Darkened brows
Darkened souls;
And in those places the light
Shines brighter than before.
For tis’ nothing but comet dust
Against the black holes
Of the soul.
