Blood and Fruits

The first time I died, the last thing I saw was my brother.

I felt the hot pain in my back as I fell face first into the field of flowers we used to play in and reached out in hopes that he would help me.

I must've forgotten that he was the one who killed me in the first place.

And when questioned about me he claimed he knew not where I was, so now he is lost.

A soul left to wander in exile for the rest of his years.