Powdered

Snort, does that refresh your view?
Powdered, just like fresh fallen snow.
Yet what you take won’t fix the gap.
You’re fragmented being will turn to scrap.
Think me wrong and carry on.
Before too long you’ll come undone.

Strung out with cloudy eyes.
Your vision might as well have died.
Much like your brain and personality.
What remains is a shell of crazy.
Babbling excuses and some reasons.
All of them offer no true reason.

Statements garbled and fabricated.
Don’t forget I’m your twin thats hated.
As to why I do not know.
Was blindsided when you scream for me to go.
I did as you wished against my want.
No longer are you a limitless energy font.

Three long years and the day has come.
I knew this was coming for so long.
Fact that you lasted quite so well.
I can’t say I’m proud or feel swell.
But for all your mistakes you were blood.
Farewell brother, I hope rest does you good.