oh brother, let me out

I hope your words choke you in this bigotry you call life,
I hope the only way you can drown you sorrows is by reliving them.
the fingers of the victims work horrors on madness,
when you close your eyes you see nothing but pools of sadness. 

there was once an entity that haunted my closet, by letting it out, it ripped me apart
I’ve watched you unsure and breathless. 
I held your insecurities in my pockets so they were forgotten, but you’ve held me against them
against all of us, including the soul you were meant to love most. 

I  wonder if you’ve met the entity in my closet or if you had demons in your own. 
you had to run across the country, fight for the hope you had long lost, but you never found it. 
your projections are daggers in the hearts of those who bled for you, you now bleed for the country that disowns you
youth is meant to teach you to avoid wrongdoings but all if has ever taught you was bitterness. 

I hope you stand side by side with the rest of the soldiers, you all look like brothers. 

when you intertwine your fingers, I hope you understand that it could mean something more to you.