What can I tell you my brother, my burden?
That I wish we grew closer as years carried on?
Or that all is forgiven, though I doubt you remember.
I carry on in silence, the conclusion's forgone.

What can I give you my brother, my culprit,
that you have not yet taken from me before?
My very own blood flows through you, too.
The blood of a toddler, the blood of a *****.

Look in your mirror my brother, my devil.
Notice the dimness behind your blue eyes.
Those cold pits of anguish you buried me in
where I learned how to crawl and I learned how to lie.