Woe unto thee,Oh death!,
for putting me in this predicament,
I never envisage to be without my angel,for once!
I could no longer sleep, for the night is long and cold,
I hallucinate for there`s no one to talk to,
I roll on my bed,for I`m lonely;
I gaze at her picture like a mirage,
" C'est la vie" I think and utter aloud,
Am I dreaming or insane?,or living in wonderland?,
I hear voices,voices in the dark!,
Darkness beckons,air whistles and eyes close...
Swimming in the sea of perpetual loneliness,I`m a martyr.