Grief

Brother, where are you?
Where have you gone?
Escaping from your life, does it silence the screams?

Brother, hear me
I know not where you have been
Your presence brings relief from concerning thoughts, so grim
Your hesitant silence breeds complacency
My reluctance feeds your infirmity.

This rage within me, you built
It scars my heart and it masks my guilt
So tell me.

If I had held out my hand
Would you have taken it?
If I had told you to stand
Would you have turned away?
Once my life starts to decay
I won't be the last one standing
But after my final day
Will I see you again?

Broken hearts deny obligation
Guilted by your silent screams
This rage within me, you built
It scars my heart and it masks my guilt
So tell me.

If I had held out my hand
Would you have taken it?
If I had told you to stand
Would you have turned away?
Once my life starts to decay
I won't be the last one standing
But after my final day
Will I see you again?

I won't let you die alone
I will be by your side
I won't let you die alone
Was I really by your side?

Condemned by remorse
Burdened by regret
But the fault is yours.

Which is worse: guilt or anger?
'cause I feel both for you
Your own silence was to blame
But maybe mine was, too
So, is my anger justified?
Well, was your selfish decision?

Then again, you were just a victim.