Fratricide

He had his chance, he had his chance

I repeat

Give him time, and he would’ve stayed here

Though alone, with swollen eyes

(I am not)

He—he held the key to heaven,

I wouldn’t have stopped him—

He was a dead man

From the start

(Not a)

Low tone ramblings and snippets

We saw him, yes

Wasting his life on living by staying in

A dead man’s lair

I liked him, believe me—

We could have gone to grade school together and

Be cherry-picked as ripe and fit and lean

(I didn’t, I—)

He—he held the door to Paradise and I gave him the key

He looked in, once

Saw defeated, and slumped against the bars

Of his own limitations

(I was not)

The door was open

(Was not a)

He made another

(Murderer)

Sank his way down to Paradise.