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.