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" .

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.

Life is serene,
Packed with the calamity,tragedy and sorrowness.

Life is serene,
Painted along with blood,hatred and fury.

Life is serene,
Dwells in the delicate,brittle and fragile heart.

Life is serene,
Feeds on atrocities,supremacies and conspiracies.

Life is serene,
If human cares about serenity.

Do you ever feel what is really inside your head ?
Sometimes you still can feel the love you had been once ,
For it is actually a delusion ,
A fantastical play by emotion ,
You can't have them destroyed .
More and more you get into it ,
Until you find yourself right at the very edge of a cliff ,
Given one second to make a last wish ,
Before you fall off and disappear ,
Into the bleak dimension you wouldn't have wanted to .

You can never hate this world ,
You can never blame God ,
All you can do is ,
Nothing .

Mind is the scariest part of your life.
It can instantly brings you to another horizon without your conscious.
Scars, memories and images will seep in
Like  earth being swallowed wholly by the **** blackhole.
They slowly warp and bend into your cranium then into your mind
So at night you will feel the pain you have created at day.
We have different kind of  mind.
We have different kind of things swallowed.
And the most upsetting part is
We were set by different measure of power the mind can have
Since we were born.

The stars come out.
No one expecting the grotesque in its beauty.
No one concerning what the stars capable of.
And no one realize they gleam for a reason.
At the end of your last blink at night
They start to fill in your mind.
At that moment you feel you are empowered and generated by a high-energy neutron
Going to explode to bits.
Before you wake up and realize it was just a dream.

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

Where can I get those loves?
If they are always hidden,
Under the deep blue ocean,
I've never set the sail,
I've never swum before,
I shall start the journey,
Even though I know I am going to die amid the despairing search,
Eaten by surprise,
Murdered by revelation,
You don't even know what's been inside me,
You ought to think the waves are caressing the shore,
Believing what people say about the soothing sound of the ocean,
I am the only ones who know,
The waves have always been violent,
They tend to rot humans emotion away,
They are bound to be the silent killer,
Feed on gloomy soul.

Why do we must have a plan ?
When it is obviously we are not getting what we want.
And for some reasons, we shall not expect too much on it.
We look tired
But somehow we keep moving.
We look awful
But somehow we keep working.
Perhaps the mediocre idea is to keep learning.
Because the reality is we don't have much spaces and times
To put ourself in front of the mirror.
As revelations exposed,
Surprising and disturbing,
We place ourselves in a dark, mysterious, full of questions dimension .
Where we would plead
Not to be punished.