Brotherly love

I bring to you a gift
Before I place it in your hands
Know this
This gift was wrought with much pain
You may not recall this
But I know it
The rotting flesh still speaks of it
Trembling and screaming
This gift bears the scars of eternity
I spent considerable time on this
Wanting it to be perfect
As is befitting for a loved one
I recall days of joy
Darkened by the suffering of your love
I'm sorry about the scarring
You didn't feel a thing did you
Nor did you mean a thing
And so sister
Here is your heart

Choke on it

© 2005, Mosquitobyte