I have never had you before,
for I was always shy of actuality.
But how did you find your way to me,
my dear brother? What was the need?
I feel at your mercy now, and I cannot
breath without your consent. My loathe
for you has only increased. I detest your
presence in me. I dislike you, my brother.

I feel like a malnourished scapegoat with a parasite
inside, and tell me when you are done, my brother.
Tell me when you are done brother, as I have my
life to live along, and few lessons to be learned and
a few accolades to be earned. No pulse for you
my yearned poor core, for you are burned at will.
My dear yearn, even if you make me abhorrent, I am
always at command. I've conquered you, my brother.