Of Stars and Supernovas

Gazing up to the midnight blue
Of the darkened skies
A makeshift paradigm of my life
Is spattered across like lines torn
From the pages of my fairy tale

Comets that sped past once in a lifetime
Asteroids that crash into me and take a huge chunk off me
Shooting stars that were out of my reach
Falling stars that were burning at my feet
Supernovas that die in an instant
Each surfacing into an abysmal black hole
That attempts to devoid me of my sanity

Though delirious with its cosmic intricacy
Fascination lingers like a whore’s cheap perfume
On a philanderer’s wardrobe
It tells of its evil yet the more it lures you

The black holes may have found its homage
In the abscesses of my anorexic heart
But I’d rather have fallen stars and supernovas
Than be anchored to solitude