A tribute to my cousin, Chua Guo Wei (1993-2015).
When men of men ask of space
When men of men ask of space
They talk the stars of stars that glow and shine
No. Space is where he used to place
Where now I cry, I weep myself blind
Where his smell still lingers on the sheets
Where his ghost still haunts my dreams alone
Where my regrets redden, blazes and heats
'Cause space is a cruel, gaping black hole
Thus with the devil, I’d readily sell
My soul and life and material things
For a ticket to the fires of hell
As Saint Peter sounds the judgement ring
If for a minute, you may rise
And watch me breathe my final sigh.
Agnes Lee
Topic: Space (day 10)
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