Had I been wondering?
When I was sitting on a park bench,
lighting a cigar,
I got swept away with the spirit of the flashing ember,
Brought me to another dimension
of recurring nightmare .

Had I been wondering?
When storms on its duty,
Banging my frail eardrums,
All I could hear was just my soul screaming plaintively,
My hands were shivering,
Remembering the sins I made.

Had I been wondering?
Asking for forgiveness,
Asking for sentenced.

Every object reflected from the mirror is just an illusory,
Neither can be destroyed nor can be touched,
It mocks you,
Laughing at you,
Smiling at you,
Crying with you,
But the most irritating part is when you're able to see your fragile heart had broken into tiny pieces,
Neither can be mended nor can be spared,
You've just realized you've been brought to another horizon,
Every time you stand in front of the mirror,
And you convince yourself,
To break the habit,
And not easily trust the mirror

You are the moon of mine,
Illuminating my prison,
An astral prison that I built myself,
To remind me your presence in the night sky.

You are the supernova of mine,
Unleashing bright lights like pyro,
Until it becomes the shape of a monster,
Petrifying but amazing at the same time.

Unfortunately I am just the dust,
Floating freely within the universe,
Struggling to be noticed by the moon,
Hoping for the light so I can be seen.

The sun's whispering to me,
"you are a dead matter" .