My sister is Death.

Like how the Moon is the Sun’s sister,

Like how Hell is Heaven’s sister,

Like how Yin is Yang’s sister,

My sister is Death.

I am Sleep, Death’s brother.

Deemed lies by the jaded,

Deemed innocent by Mothers,

Deemed unattainable by insomniacs,

I am Sleep, Death’s brother.

We are doomed, the two of us.

Her to be scorned as appalling,

When in reality she is the bitter truth.

I, to be praised as tender,

When in reality I am Death’s counterfeit.

We are doomed, the two of us.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.