It was never enough to me to just

tell you that you were the closest I

had to a brother the only person that

considered me family at all

But raised to hate the ones that love me I

could do nothing more than feebly sign these

words of thanks for everything you have

done for me

For all the wounds you healed

And now here you lay dying held in these

arms of mine you have knit together for

years shedding your own blood on skin that

you have stitched how many times now?

How many times?

As a joke I would always assume your

place to see your reaction like looking at a

mirror springing before you and yet now when

I want your place more than anything my

ability fails me renders me helpless leaves you

without a hope

How I wish that for just a moment I could

sweep back the darkness that grips you in

the cold terror relieve you of this bloody

agony or for just one moment offer you the

protection I should have given the safety you

have always granted me

Memories are nothing when the only thing you

can cling to is your closest friend taking his

last breath though blood-filled lungs his entire

body shaking eyes shut against the vision of

some horrific God coming for vengeance

I wish it had been swift my brother

I wish it had been simple