A Brian Moser Poem
Lost touch with reality
My memories replaced screams and horror instead of happier times
Losing almost all my innocence
But I certainly didn't forget that little piece of sanity
I had left and that was to protect my little brother Dexter
From the horrors of this world only to find he's just like me
Immersing myself with my inner demons
My mother's murder awoke this "thing?" within me
I don't know what this feeling is but it feels great
Now during my hunt to find my little brother wherever he may be
I leave nothing but bodies and blood behind in my wake
Dropping subtle clues here and there to jog
Dexter's long forgotten locked away memories