D.W.

Flex of fingers, grip of fists
Twisting muscles, harsh of breath
Midnight whispers of a one-time tryst
Always caught between life and death

Nothing matters except the kill
Hunting nightmares come to life
Remnants of a father’s will
Glossy blood on sharpened knife

Brother’s heart and cherry pie
Sustain him in his self-caught hell
One whole year of smiling lies
That everything will all be well

Redemption came a bit too late
The price to pay too dear in fact
No escape of desperate fate
Faced with smirks and lack of tact

Angel’s touch seared to bone
Soothing balm to tortured soul
Deep blue eyes with life on loan
Rebel against his chosen role

Brother’s kiss on demon’s lips
Innocence is sucked away
Perfect masks start to slip
Blood red dawn of each new day

Sacrifice is all for naught
Death traps Devil in the pit
But brother’s soul is also caught
All that’s left is scathing wit

Normality a mere façade
Written words tell the tale
Of two brothers, a black hot rod
And destinies bound to fail