Human Brother

Here I sit again.
there was never really a throne
just the tired hands
of this boy, soon to be a crone

in the desert dry
I listen as the raindrops come
to wash all things away
and bring back the aging sun

surrounded by sketches
the child who will be sexless
paints his perversion
and tastes of the batter
the chalk upon his fingers

I speak to shadows that be
the long lost symphony
time's dancing daughters
stealing my breath from me

they keep it dreary
in a can so weary
or a pipe thats encrusted
with the debauchery entrusted

all empty, just as I you see
the raindrops keep hitting
on every inch of me
take me away
and show me grace
I believe it is a lie
nobody can heal
from the beating of the tide
just slumping forever
sliding further and further

to it we all abide

do you know who I am?

I am you're human brother
and I am dying, Just like you.