wahhhhhhhhhhhh

gimme some skin

Goodbye, brother.

And so, you perish..

'every word I speak is an oat I spill'
I repeat as I eat to ward off ill will.
Why then do my tears run into this grout?
Salting the sweet oats while filling me out.
The tastier the trough the worse it stales
Without good brothers who have earned their shares.
Against nature my heart wants to rebel.
Does this sweet cane make of you can Abel?
Will i know, unable to verbalize
which muddy patch you'll lifeless fertilize?
Yet, a life MUST end that mine might ascend
To size and shapes which the largest contend.
Destiny is a troubling swallow.
A stomach full never felt so hallow.
A mouthful never drew me to wallow
In such horrible fraternal sorrow.
I cannot bare your gaze, go on! Journey!
I'll wear a stone face, choking on your gurney.
Call out to me always if you so wish,
to the pig-faced glutton slurping next dish,
Loathing himself as your cause to perish
But never enough to share such delish.

I am not to blame for that defect of your mind, brother! Giving oats to the oatless. Now you pressure me. as if I might suffer the same in my soul. Brother, there is no mercy for the oatless. I do not even hear them. For you, brother, I answer only as to settle accounts and, in filling that final fraternal debt, I release you forever to your oatless existence. All i hear now is that heavenly stirring, of oats in those stomachs of beasts more full than mine! The hights I must climb! The girth i must grow! I do not know you, dear brother. Had I one who ever loved me, that brother would have tore his shrinking belly open and let me feast before begging for my share. There is much eating to be done. I must play catch up with destiny. Do not pester me further, brother. Every word i spead is an oat I spill.

I do not require oats anymore, you may have all the oats you want for the rest of your life and I will happily starve to death in my dark corner, so long as you remember anything. Please brother, how many times must I ask you with no result? Dp you wish me to waste my life away? Did you never love me at all brother? Did you despise me so much that you wished to imprison me to this hellish, inescapable reality? Grant me mercy brother, and tell me. Why have you done this? Was it really just the oats? Or was it something deeper, more vile and more cruel, something worse than gluttony and greed? What was it brother, that you tore away from me?