They’re All Dead!

Everyone has gone away,
So far, so long,
But I feel to sway,
My wings to heaven or hell,
Where they still have lullaby,
For me to tell,
In the midst of insomnia,
I wake up mad,
Searching for my father,
Searching for my mother,
My grandparents are lost,
But where are my brothers,
Where are my sisters,
It seems everyone has gone away,
So far, so distant,
I could hardly imagine,
From distant,
Either it’s heaven or hell,
The earth or ocean,
Was that a flood,
Or a war,
Was that a hurricane,
Or a plague,
I don’t know, how they are gone,
But they are all gone,
Still,
I can’t discern,
Was that the sound of wave,
Or of a gun,
Was that the sound of thunder,
Or of a blast,
But they’re gone,
Echo of their voices,
Resonates in the empty room,
And they all shout together,
“It’s insomnia, Look!
It’s insomnia”
They laugh,
“Its insomnia, Look!
It’s insomnia”
They cry,
“It’s insomnia,
Alas!
It’s insomnia.”
My eyes are in sad mirth,
Do you even know,
How that sad mirth tastes?
They all make music,
Out of an empty table,
That they left,
When they went away,
They sings the songs of dead,
They talk in the language of dead,
And say,
How beautiful is it to be dead,
Because they’re all dead,
Now, I must wait,
For the night to fade away,
To live an untouched life,
By their death,
With so much of faith,
That I’ve all,
What they left,
To make a beautiful hammock,
Where I could really sleep,
Without having to wake up,
I would laugh after insomnia,
Alas! Insomnia,
Alas!
I’m free,
I’m dead,
They’re all dead;
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