The tragedy of Cain.

its been forever,

before eye to eye.

losing face, represents

such lowly lives.

so with your dagger,

knash into my bones.

my blood an apology,

not the same one you know.

rewritten essence, poems

the pages open.

repressing, condescending, regret

ill let it out on show.

so please, i beg of thee

rip the pages, rewrite the history

even if it ends, killing me.

i understand your feelings.

your altar, flay me alive.

a testament, not sacrifice.

penance bleeds, the blood our own.

mixed intertangibly.

your dagger, held by the blade.

flesh ripping everything,

in the end,

two brother's corpses remain.