Thin Vein

What's the mother tongue? Thin vein. Bolt gun
Up and down. Close and part
I lay, aimlessly staring at the wall
Outer space; the void. I can't sleep again
Laying on my face: one white-numb hand
Stars above my head. Pull-out peace. Any chance of sleep?
Everyone on this planet is humming the same sound
Outer space; the void. I can't sleep again
Thunderous laughing, plunged in night...