ropes

ropes
climb upon us
trace our throats
shave off victims
tell us more

into the wings of my sister – Love
i wished a family
that one brother of skin in a rage sneers at in scorn
{{he's the one that screams}}
they have the things in Life
that i would suffer
bringing this the justice he knows – has been his war
{{understand me - I don't understand}}

ropes
climb upon us
share our throats
shave off victims
tell us more

he's an innocent whore of the times and his own ignition
with its own regretful song
of unsettled scores
though, why take on me young man
i call you brother
and refuse to match your hate
with the same rapport
{{sister}}

ropes
falling from us
carved away
by what we know
of my sister's hope
for us both