Cain

You have torn my heart from my ribcage
I see the blood trickling down your arm
Didn’t think I would come to any harm
Oh, the blessed naivety of my age.

The beautiful red of my own blood
It’s entrancing me as I watch it
Around us countless candles are lit
On the floor the red mingles with mud

The flickering light makes it seem alive
Crimson snakes chasing each other
To become one, to separate, to reunite
Playfully; freed from they tether

I’m lying broken and feel so empty
And though I think I should feel the pain
It’s soothed by some blissful, ruddy rain
It’s strange to breathe without my heartbeat

I look up in search of your eyes
In them, I aim to find some emotion
Your gentle love, your honest devotion
But instead of them I can only see spite

I’ve always imagined I’d die with you
Whispered words filling me with hope
My wish, in a way, did come true
Thought I’d see Heaven, but there’s none

What have I done to deserve this?
Why do you want to see my life
Flowing out as you watch with delight
I crave your taste for one last kiss

You hear my unsaid words, my silent wish
Just the same as you always did
You bend down and claim my lips
But the taste of my blood taints our kiss

But tell me, brother, what have you gained?
I want to hang on, but I’m unable… to…
What do… you want with… me, Cain?
Am… I… to be… your… Abel?