My Promise

You took something from me, took it from my bed
And though I walked you to the street, never to return to it again
You had already taken it and I had known
This sickness in my stomach bore evidence to your thieving
But had I not given' you the key, you would have left empty handed
I could sit in anger, which was comfort for me
I could shrug off the pleas of those who knew nothing of my torment
And though you were not the first to take a piece
I fear your dagger plunged the wound to the heart
You walked away so swiftly that the blood on my heads dried before I gave witness
And you show no pain now or then so that I begin to wonder if its mine
And when he took you in so quickly the quite wound began to gush
It was my blood! Not all but yes I had not left unmarked
To see you with him I loose my color as it rushes from me to the floor
It is not the green beast, for I have dealt with him before
It is not the fires that burn, for they have burnt me before
This is a feeling quite unfamiliar, but bears resemblance to fear
My brother for your sake I will not speak of this again
And for you happiness I will cut these words from my face
And for your’s, her's and my own I will hide with my fear
In darkness forever until light can find me or time can conceal me
This is my promise to you, Brother
Succeed where I have failed; find happiness where I can not