Fever dreams of foreign wells
where lucky coins cast magic spells.
Avoid the snakeman's pretty words;
full of charm, the truth deferred.
**** this forever-feeling winter -
Dull heart, numb hands, feeling splintered.
Nights spent crying on your own.
I should have answered the ******* phone.

Now it's too late -
too late to try.
Under this weight,
can't wait to die.
You were betrayed -
trade places with me.
You should have stayed,
so trade places with me.

Shortened blade of sharpest wit,
too proud to beg, too proud to quit.
Took the beatings, soaked in rain,
stood ever taller - **** the pain.
I was so proud of how you'd grown;
no man's man, only your own.
But you loved that ******* -
again too proud to beg or quit.

Now it's too late -
too late for hope.
Under this weight,
how the hell can I cope?
I could've saved you;
why didn't you share?
I should've saved you;
I should have been there.

My little brother,
my torture and peace,
my favorite anomaly,
you'll never decrease.
The wounds in your heart
should forever be healed,
and one day I'll find you
in the Elysian field.