• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 02
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Am I doomed to be merely a jaded reflection of you, my dead brother? You lived more in your 25 years than I have attained (or will ever attain).

A pallid, anaemic excuse of a man
that's who I am.
You were sporty; a meat-and-two-veg kinda bloke
whilst I felt like someone who was just a sick joke.
You ate all your greens
I simply made scenes
Yet Mother kept trying
fed me virol and iron.
As we passed through the years
she shed countless tears.
Our parents lost all their hopes
when you died on ski slopes.

Wait for me, brother, in your Paradise
I've gone through hell; now it's time for the skies!