You have this whole world,
The sun and moon
You have the universe
and I am just a speckle and dust
within.

I've wished on my luckiest star,
I wish you're waiting
for me
to fall.

I am just a speckle and dust
Within your universe.

You saw how I shine for you
at most fleeting time,
through the crisp of air
I am walking while
my feet's still bare
towards you.

I came undone
like a pendulum underneath
your time
I try to hold your hands,
but I feel all the myriad
of crash.

I know you have them all
but they all fell into black hole.

Despite of your destruction,
I will try to fix its core
beyond interruptions,
I will try to find a connections
if ever the gravity
pushes
you
or
it
pulls
me
down.

Even if I saw new faces
in other places
of every inches
in your universe

in every blink of my eyes
they are all pitch-black
but at every seconds I open it,
it's you, i all have.

To all that never stays,
walls
castles
masks
supernova

they will perish away
but they just laid
in you
and to your memories.

Even if the centuries
will turn into sand,
Just remember how
The speckle and dust
gave meaning
to your universe.

Drunk with dreams,
           drowned in tears,
           dreadful glimpse
                 I can't look away.
Dim the lights
           with delicate fears
           and drop the vermillion piece.

Covered with blankets
saturated series,
like a champagne and the stars.

Your world is quiet tonight,
dreams drifted to nightmare
synthesized points leads no reason,
you might caught up by a monster
you better watch out,
look at every corner of his eye.

There's a gold glitter on the floor
look closer, underneath it's
a remnant of ruined cards
shifted to play this part
without a soul,
like a demon.

Love is a villain
that vanquished the queen
dancing in white storm;
you are too beautiful
to wear a monochrome dress.

Don't look under the bed,
you will get what you deserve,
in your curiousness
in your consciousness.

She saw her world under her feet, crumbling
she allow anything to turn into dust,
she saw her lucky stars, crashing and falling,
her dreams are just daydreams
as her masquerade disintegrating.

She make her flowers bloom,
in a room with gloom,
she saw herself monochromic
on white wall
like a rorschach into her skin.

When her day is plain,
she feels so strange,
as if the tides subside,
it's not beautiful
without the sun's treacherous
shadow that carries the light of moon.

Her mind is a four-trick wheel
like a kaleidoscope spinning in her different shades.

She is the gift of catastrophe,
her secret keeps her real.
You wrap your hands around her,
this injustice won't be seen
but she'll appear as a morning star
if you stare.

You'll see at the end,
the sunlight penetrating her whole
and twilight gnawing the sky.

You'll see at the end,
she's another paradise and burning embers,
she's another midnight and another stranger.

Beautiful as a dream,
lurking as a culprit,
pages turned to dust
in a great little story line,
he is the next chapter
of violent delight.

Vermillion face,
sugarcoated as veil
promises counts on eyelashes.
Wishes on lucky stars,
he is the thousand words
of a lullaby I wrote,
a song in his dream
whispering in dark.

He is not a daydream
he is not a catastrophe,
falling in love with magic
saves us from broken heart;
he's an another stranger
who can fill my strangeness.

He is the space with clusters of star
and the other part is empty side,
the ocean with endless depth,
for eons it got deeper and deeper
until our same stars have reached its end.

Breathless muse, loose pages
were spattered with strange romance
tearing in fire, and turned to powder.