From Your Dying Brother

Dear sister,
Father left maps on my body because I took the fall for you
I thought we bonded better than glue
But you toed Judas’ path
My hopes melted like ice when you were skeptical of my story

Your friends robbed me of my precious lemon
I vowed it was meant for my wife to have
But your friends made it vanish
How do I tell the world that my lemon was taken by women?

Who wouldn’t think I am insane?
I am drowning in my own emotions
Not even a rainfall of support can save me
My happiness is bleeding

Sorrow torments me
I will rid myself of this sadness before I die of madness
Pray for me to escape lucifer’s perpetual torture
I escape the world’s raining mockery

It is time to meet the captain of my ship
My emotions have crushed me to my grave
Do not shed a tear for me
Because you sent me on this sojourn

In honour of male rape victims