The clock strikes one
But the story ain't starting yet
I want my dreams
The dreams I live every night
Flying in the indigo sky
Far beyond the luna
For I would see the world
So tiny, so miserably weak
Waiting to be sucked
... and crushed
By the bloody black hole
Reducing all that I cherished
Into a final point of extinction
And I would escape it all
Leaving this self in solitude
With no boundaries
Yet locked within myself
Alone, Forever
Until I open my eyes
The pair of eyes
That would not close
By Johan Ishak
4 May 2021
1:00 am
KL Eco City
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