Rhinestones and Fool’s Gold.

When the sun sets

and the azure is marred by dark stains,

when the wind picks up

and I work on those daisy chains,

and  when the stars hide in shame

because they forgot how to shine,

and shadows as soft as my sighs

howl at the broken moon to come alive;

Even then, boy made of stone

my lightening will strike

and there will be no blood tears

no one will mourn your golden lies.