Extinct Star

I lost my touch. Im old now. Im just a scumbag now.

Pretending Im pretty. Pretending Im cool.

Although this world consume me into a monster. Fake monster.

There’s no need to negotiate. The unpaid check in the table turns cold, as I ran my finger through my dusty branded purse. In the corner of this big city, no one knows me. Im just an old extinct star.

I remember old days,

When everyone calls out my name, paparazzi in my front porch, a dozen of maid busy making meat loaf, red nails and red racing car.

Now it’s all gone. Im not radiant anymore.

How does it sound, when people cried and suffered just to shake my hands? It sounds interesting now, but it used to sounds  pretty sickening to me.

I lost my life. Im old and only speaking old jokes. With only old money on my old purse.

Pretending Im fine. Pretending I have caviar and flank steak to dine,

When only already cold coffee sit in my table. Calling out my old extinct glory ..