Oh god the shame
Eyes crusted with mucus counting the window pains
When it comes it comes in many waves
Each one sucking the fluid from out of my brain
As the marrow is drained from my bones
Give all of my organs to loving homes
May some picture frame family be overjoyed
“Thank god, thank god your alive my boy”
I think of you sometimes, twin who i slew in the womb
I suppose that it shows the wrong of my nature , that before I could speak I could do such a thing to you
Sirens banshee howl in the night
Something has severed the link between me and the world outside
All I can do is lay and stare, as objects become meaningless washes of color in air
And then I hear a voice in my head
Projected from another physical plane
It reminisces of laughter and joy
Afternoons on the playground screamin’ and playin’
I think of you sometimes, twin who I slew in the womb
I suppose that it shows the wrong of my nature , that before I could speak I could do such a thing to you
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