He sold his life
And joined with another.
Whom he thought could be his brother
But though this union appeared ideal
This brother stole his life from he.
He wrapped him up
In blankets so warm
And blocked him away from the eternal storm
He told sweet tales
And rocked him to sleep
But his brother expected his life he could keep.
Little did he know
When he wanted to wake
That the whole world
And Universe thus would shake
His life so blanketed, calm and warm
Would erupt into worse than the eternal storm.
He would sit there shaking
Cold and alone
With no friends left to pick up the phone.
Vomit emerging from within his throat
His so called brother begins to gloat
"This is what happens, if you don't want me
So much pain, you can barely see,
Oh boy don't you realise you sold your soul
And I will have it for eternity
Go cut me out see how you survive
All youre feelings are gone
You don't have any pride
You'll miss my pleasant company
And in everyone you'll meet
You'll try and find me"
The boy withdrew from all he knew
The brother who took him from the cold and snow
He blocked his brother from his mind
Whilst doing this he became unkind
His brother, he had been right
After living in the ecstacy of the night
No human maid could ever compare
To the pleasure felt whilst his brother was there.
Thus his life
Then was scarred
This so called brother
Had been dark
He'd seen a boy
So young and weak
And preyed upon him
In his sleep
Imprisoned him in a heroin cell
He stole his youth
And introduced hell.
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