Caressing my wounded skin
Apparently cleansing my sins
My armor is pulling me down
I think I’d much rather drown
Spare the others
They were just obeying my
For losing the battle, my friends
Is it really
My brother is
I wonder if he is all right
My final thoughts
My source of candescent
I kept him safe when we were younger,
I love him with all that I am.
His smile always made me stronger.
No matter what, he’d understand.
It’s a shame that this war made us part—
It’s a shame I can’t bid him goodbye—
It’s an evident fault in our stars
If you, too, had to die.