I’m such a fucking skeptic I can’t get inside my own head trip.
I prosecute my brother for his surrender to fate and am unable to reverse the slate
Yesterday I dreamt I was attacking him
It was too vivid, I wanted him to cry….
When I woke, I wanted to cry.
Let me catch you up a little bit about my brother
He’s an alcoholic as bad as they come. 1.75 of vodka is liable to go down in a day.
He lives 5 hours from here but the last couple months he was here
Alcohol induced seizure forced intervention of Mother
Oh brother, this was more than I could ever wish to discover
He is the eldest and fell the most,
He likes to play pretend and watch TV
It’s sad to see a casual self inflicted casualty.
Death unto what I think he might is, would be!
I want this to be more than an artist speaking on tragedy.
I want to break him out
But not before I break me out
Break we out?
How’s that go about?
I’m determined that my ill view of him is my own reflection
Though I can not see it I believe it
He is my Brother
In almost the exact same struggle
Yet I perceive him on the lesser
Got the nerve to think I’m better
when I’m in the same chrismas knit sweater
I probably can’t understand his pressure
But then again what pressure?
It’s fucking whatever!
Alright I say, fall into the nether never.
But that’s not happening unless we’re going together…
You and I, reflections eternal. Tried to scrawl it in my journal
Quick. Before the thought slipped.
Claimed intelligence for a minute then it skipped!
Came off the lip but the mind don’t get it.
Guess I’m just another faded edit
of the same bullshit I oughta give credit
I said it.
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I suffered from a brother
Who took it so far,
He forgot about eachother
Truth be told
We learned it from our mother
began to plunder
Down the hole we went
The vortex took us under
A simple note that expressed his pain
Rocked our world with thunder
Its only the past
Left only to wonder.