HEADCANONS
Kahmunrah
He'd been feeling this for quite some time, but only now had it really been affecting him. He'd find himself staring off as his thoughts wandered to his brother, his body limp beneath him. He might not have liked his brother but he loved him. It was such a complex emotion he felt for him. Hatred still lingered but, the more he thought about it, the more he found his actions to be a bit much. However, that could not be changed. Not now. His brother was already gone, put to a permanant rest by his hands. The hands that had wrapped around his throat and ended him.
Kahmunrah looked down to his hands, a look of sorrow on his face. He quickly wiped it off and looked back at the wall that he found himself spending lots of time with. This wall was a sort of friend to him but an enemy all the same. It led him to his worst thoughts and mood swings but it helped him get out of his bad moods when all he needed was to talk. Cry and talk. To himself, it may have seemed from the view of anyone else, but to him he was talking to the wall. Sometimes the wall spoke back.
His coffin is not your arms, his grave is not your bed...
These words sometimes came to mind. Something the wall had said. No, not said, but sang. It sang a beautiful song. But the song was sad and brought bad memories. Everything that had transpired somehow related to his worst nightmares, his most horrible thoughts, and his worst actions. His worst action more or less. His brother's murder. It had felt good, but that feeling soon faded and was replaced with a deep dark depression that he couldn't seem to shake.
His coffin is not your arms...
But his brother had, however, died in his arms. Died to his hands, in his arms, tears he hadn't noticed he'd shed until the deed was done. He'd wiped them away just as he had his brother's life.
AN: Just this random ass head canon I threw together for Kahmunrah