Fred—
You might think we can
Get along without you
If you do,
You're very wrong
I hear Mum sometimes
She cries at night
And little Fred never knew
His namesake
I want to go back
And die with you on that night
Or at least kill the ones
Who killed you
Because you
Cannot be dead
It's like I'm missing part of myself
Living without your twin is
The worst
Kind
Of
Torture