please, don't worry about me
but I'm actually glad you do
as a friend should be
I worry for you too

you've been so kind
pushy as always
but I don't mind
that's us nowadays

My up coming death,
you inspire me to write.
Never satisfied even after me last breath.
I hate the way you roar, slither and scan.
Invade me mind day and through the night.
waiting, dreaming ‘bout your cunning plan.
I Idle at your foul play.
You are more able, violent, and deep.
Ice bites the debris of may,
and wintertime has the eternal sleep.
Oh who I hate you and your ways.
I adore and hate your personality.
Your stage style fills my days.
The way you destroy my mentality.
My hate for you is the sarcastic ties.
Now I must away with a stunning heart.
You get us in the end.
how are you so smart?
You’re taken my best friend,
my brother,
and my health.
Once I leave
The works I’ve weaved on the paper will grieve.

Circle and circle - around it goes.
pulling him outward
before anyone knows.
Sinister core
flawless face.
It catches - corrupts - consumes
scorning his father's grace.
Eating the mind
decaying the heart.
Fearlessly marching
when did it start?
It started so simple,
It started so small.
Now look how its grown,
eclipsing it all.

Rain falls in the ocean of tears.
Lightning sticks
One the wastelands.
charred trees
withered flowers.
Demons’ screams echo in the wind.
Dried up riverbeds
once flowed with blood.
Soundless crying from a torn up soul.
Black clouds and roll in,
now just a nightmarish space.

Mom told me about the abortion,
Well, it's good that you're home again, little angel.


     -yours
                          A lonely brother