We are all stardusts,
specks who don't belong.
Consumed by wanderlust,
we travel with a song.

We are all melodies,
in this dying world.
We are without harmonies,
clashing each word.

And now our tune,
is long gone.
The love here on earth -
unfortunately done.

So here we are as dusts,
the stars we have had left.
The twinkle has since faded,
our souls in hatred and detest.