An uninviting memory breaks through my sleep
as I remember the pain of believing...
It is a tragedy that you become intoxicated
and still believe it's not your fault...
So may things can be so hard to believe,
even though they are clear to see...
I know you don't think of me too often,
or if its even us you think about at all...
You are my brother by blood,
whether I like it or not...
The stars blink sadly
And I blink back...
While it fully bloomed
It was but a momentary bliss...
Happy, and carefree,
the way I used to be...
There is love,
There is hope...
Once you realize it’s
Not a loss that’s when your life...
The breath that I took,
Upon seeing your happy face...
Today,
I'm resentful of the sun...