In the darken stares of glowing screens, silence has captured the klutz of marry times.
My brother is underground, and kindly agrees to nest in his filth.
While another is uplifted to the purity of his reciprocated infatuation,
then finds himself back in doubt like the hours when I last saw him.
Now my final standing brother is ready to catch me up on this outdated world
I have seemed to miss out on.
He mistakes my warning of love.
He is digging the grave for two and my lips can only bend.
My heart is aching to only dig faster for them.
For my mind is not even on them.
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