**This poem is inspired by the lyrics from the song “Black Hole” by Bang Chan and I.N of Stray Kids.**

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In the dark night sky,

I wonder why

I feel it so much.

I feel the empty space,

The deep chasm between

Two stars.

_The love that I found _

_At last_

_Disappears…_

__

_After everything crumbles down,_

_Another world_

_Is born…_

__

But then…

I saw you

Shining brightly

In front of my eyes,

A...

Hours had slipped by like ghosts through the rafters, and still Suzuka remained frozen in place - stage-lit and hollowed out, clutching that half-written letter like it might start bleeding answers if she only stared hard enough. The paper trembled in her hands, the ink refusing to give up its secrets, no matter how many times her eyes devoured the same line.

The words echoed through her mind lik...

**This poem is inspired by lyrics from the song “Social Path” by Stray Kids ft. LiSA.**

_Gave up _

_My youth_

_For my_

_Future._

_I just _

_Want to_

_Rise up_

_Stronger!_

Where am I

Right now?

Am I

Where I want to be?

Have I reached the sky?

Am I

Still on the ground below?

I’m stuck in a

Never-ending night,

Can’t reach my goals

‘Cause I can’t see the light.

_Not yet._

When the sun rises,...

**This poem is inspired by lyrics from the song “Walkin’ On Water” by Stray Kids.**

Crashing waves

Shake me to my core,

But I’ll never fall.

Ever day

I face strife,

But I make it out,

Feelin’ supernatural.

Thrashing rain,

Clouds most grey

Fill the sky,

I’mma bring the storm.

_This is my stage,_

_My stage._

Magical!

I’m walkin’ on water,

It’s unbelievable!

You can call me Harry Potter!

I’m f...

The next time they met, it wasn’t in the graveyard - it was in the decaying loft above an abandoned theater downtown, where the velvet curtains still clung to the rafters like dried blood and forgotten applause. Kim had texted her nothing but coordinates and a red heart drawn in smeared lipstick. When Suzuka arrived, the air was thick with incense and paint fumes, the windows blacked out with duct...

They started meeting in the old cemetery on the hill - not by plan, but by pattern, like the moon finding its way back to full. It was quiet there, sacred in its own forgotten way. Kim would bring their terrible speaker, the kind with crackling bass and terrible range, and she’d bring her sketchbook and a flask of butter coffee. They never said much at first. Just wandered between headstones like ...

There once were days

Where there were infinite ways

I could go in life,

But all this strife

Has got me lost.

More doors seemed to open

With every move I made,

But now,

They’re all being slammed shut

In my face.

It’s a race against time,

Trying to find my path

Before all the doors close,

But I can’t see any

Open ones.

_Have all my options been_

_Exhausted?_

_Am I_

_Doomed?_

All these paths

I on...

Faith

Is a beautiful thing,

A blessed feeling of belief,

But when the world around me

Is burning to naught but ash,

Faith

Is impossible to maintain.

That’s exactly what’s happening

With me.

Faith

Is a fragile thing,

Like a mirror,

With a hit hard enough,

It will shatter.

I once held this faithful mirror

To the world around us,

Admiring its glorious reflection,

Until it all started to burn

And ...

The rain came down in sheets the night they made something together for the first time - not just art, but a communication of chaos.

It started in their studio, a converted church in the edge of the city. Stained glass windows still watched from above, casting fractured lights across amps, wires, and canvases. The altar had been replaced with a blood red piano, its keys half-stripped, half-painte...

The first time Suzuka saw Kim Dracula in person, it felt like being struck by lightning- slow, searing, and impossible to forget.

She wasn’t supposed to be at the tattoo parlor that night. The last-minute art show had been advertised in whispers and half-torn flyers, tucked between coffee shop bulletin boards and record store counters. It was more rumor than reality, until she stepped through the...