Love and respect, wonder of sharing everything with someone else. Never alone again.
He was not as me, my brother, no what I had, he was never created with,
it was a strange thing,it was. I thought I could make him learn.Ohh how I was wrong. We were the daughter and son of Death and nothing more.
How to show someone feelings,and believe me when I say I did try to show him how to feel.
He never learned he could have not. Cruel joke up on us by are maker.Let one feel and make the other know nothing more then to exist without ever knowing or understanding it."
Death it seams walked away pondering and plotting ,tearing of us so quickly.
My brother and I , I will never speak his name, we were trapped with one another, his true colors became more pronounced,
I my try to keep him calm I let him be what he was, I paid the price, day in and day out he tuck from me the only thing I could give him that he understood.
My power ,he became stronger by the time I realized my mistakes it was far too late to brake free to fight back,I was made his slave,
he would whisper to me voice ever sweet ever soft with a bite of hallow nothingness, as he blamed me for being as he was and me trying to have him feel was pointless and illogical.