Puisi: Laid

I want to go home, go home to You.

I want to sleep, sleep a nice sleep over my deathbed

I had had sleepless nights, and sleepless days since 

All said then said

All vituperate then vituperate

Tears no need

Room no space

Booked no entity

Vacuum but still can see lie

Hatred as evil as sinister

Outside can only assume, inside pulverized, who knows.