by E Kuzmenko

Created on: May 03, 2010

the lines of color seperate pangs of sadness

questions shot into my skull

as if i did not know what happened

the truth was something nobody wanted

and the cries became louder

and my heart beat was faster

the clock inside my head was ringing

but the sharpest pain

was in my eyes, they had seen it

the betrayal of my own brother

death of my only friend

gripping the emotion that cut so deep

stop, they called to me, stop now

but i ran to survive, i needed air

they couldn't know

they wouldn't believe

that suicide would claim his life

the devilsh serpent

they needed blame

they wanted a name

to assure the others

they would kill no brothers

and in my wicked mind

they did all the horror they could find

and i cried out

and told them all about

things they knew

but turned askew

here i am, almost dead in my own failure

of convincing the others of my own insanity.

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