Raised among the ruins
Of your apathy
In the wake of disaster
Shackled to a fallen pillar
In this town I've come to call Here After
In a world you stripped of color
Dragged into the cellar
With a plateful of food and some old clothes
Is there a bridge you haven't burned?
Every stone was left unturned
But then, you never needed any proof
As the truth seldom left you burdened
But left me burning under my sixteenth sun
I was once your second son
Left to wander fallow fields
The broken and forsaken one
Staring down the barrel of an empty gun
You taught me nothing
Except how to hate myself
With the whole of my heart
Like you did
Abandoned at the shore of your icy veins
Left to wither in the absence of summer's rain
With a plateful of food and some old clothes
Consider this a eulogy
Because you will never again hear from me
By now we've come to know
That I was born your enemy
Dear mother, I'm sure you still don't miss me
I cannot remember when last you kissed me
And meant it.