A shimmering light dying afar

Pertaining life and broken mirrors

Blinding except under the stars

Filled with hate, despair, and terrors

A monochromatic pair of lenses

Inquiring the not so greyscale world

You can feel her dreadful senses

Too much miseries to be held

I might be a flint and steel

But flickered to how you feel

A solar system no one can't steal

Or a game of hide and kill

I might be a scary bedroom

If you ever be a night light

A purple sky ready to bloom

A thousand stars could born at our sight

a night for you are a day,

Andri Kurniawan