Your room, clouded with cigarette smoke,
Old pizza, leftovers, and last night's ****.
Whiskey and beer had stained your white rug,
I'll never comprehend why you looked so smug.
I didn't do anything to deserve your fist,
Your open hand, your rage, your Vulcan grip.
I begged you to stop, I pleaded for release,
But your hand was tight, 'til we called the police.
You resisted arrest and claimed you were sober,
Mom cried and sobbed, I only could hold her.
There was no fixing what you had done,
You beat me and bruised me and emptied my lungs.

Everyone told me I did nothing wrong,
But the nightmares shook me like a gong.
They kept me awake 'til the break of dawn,
I'll never know what brought this on.
Your mind has changed since you bumped your head,
And the brother I once had is dead.