Traitorous Sky

Dancing around with stars in your hair.
It’s all for nothing. You’re naked and bare.
Gilded rockets shoot high in the sky
taking down angels—a hellish goodbye.
This time of year, ghosts dance as you wait,
singing of death and prolonging your fate.
A fortune of nothing bound by hello
as toxic temptations lead love down below.
This is where you lay to die
Under the stars of a traitorous sky.