Flesh on two presented as kin, yet the closeness you feel is to fire. The rope is known to you and it calls you brother

A brand for you
A blade or whip
An eruption
We will know you from the sound

Your weakness is written there
It colors a ceiling
And tile
A room that is painted in failure

Don't feel sorrow
For you were born of this
It is unworthy of guilt
But understanding

I can help you to understand
That you could never be what this world needs
And that the only nobility to be found is in dying as quietly as you have lived
Die like you lived

No one wishes you to suffer for we don't feel enough for you to mind. A fallen motive curls to find a final breath and you may lay beside it
Lay beside it

The snuffing of flame
That has always burned
Tired and cold
Remember when I spoke
To you
It was a quake and a rapture
Remember how it tore
You can never forget
Flesh on two presented as kin, yet the closeness you feel is to fire. The rope is known to you and it calls you brother

Your weakness is written there
It colors a ceiling
And tile
A room that is painted in failure
Don't feel sorrow
For you were born of this
It is unworthy of guilt
That you could never
Be what this world needs