Rambles

Black hole sun,
Come swallow me.
Crush my bones to dust
Rot away my insides.
Brand new cleansing
And martryed ideas.
Where vacant hopes
And dreams now reside.
One day I hope you see
The reflection I do
I don't see just one
But twins, coincide.
And I'm so very sorry
That the comet flew by.
We can both feel it now,
This doom all inside.
When Orion is out
And he's arching his bow
I like to pretend
That my hope won't subside.