So, finally another a new "chapter", and also finally a tribute to the Kongo Brothers. :) Enjoy reading, another short story chapter will be uploaded soon.
Kongô Unsui
They look at me
They look at him
They don't see
They just presume
And nothing's ever changed
We were one
Once, we were one
As close as you could be
And it hurts
Sometimes it hurts
To see how different we've become
How I understand him
And yet don't comprehend him at all
How I feel just like him
And yet have never felt the same
There's never been such
Anger
Egomania
Ruthlessness
Violence
In me
As in him
There's
Consideration
Determination
Endeavour
Trouble
Resignition to a fate
I had no control over
In me
How can we be twins
And at the same time be so different
How can we be brothers
And at the same time be so strange
They look at him
They look at me
They look away and slag me off
And I am used to it
And use the disappointment
Their disappointment of me
My disappointment of not being him
And try harder
Sometimes I'm angry
Just like you
Sometimes I feel like punching someone
For bad-mouthing me
Or just for smiling at me knowingly
Sickenly pitying
Sometimes I almost enjoy the anger
And try even harder to use it for spuring myself on
So that someday
I can be satisfied with my capabilities
So that someday
I can stop comparing myself to you
And just be proud of being who I am
Kongô Agon
They look at me
And only me
They never cease to worship
The God among humans
They better not
It's me on the top
I'm on the top of the world
Untouchable
Unforgiving
And whoever tries to defy me
Whoever tries to crawl up
And scratch at my unmoving throne
I'll crush completely
All the trash at my feet
I will crush
With ease
With contempt
Without hesitation
Effortless
There's no-one close to the top
There's no-one close to me
'Cause no-one's worth it
Some do have the nerve, though
Trying to approach the top league
Above which I tower
Some nobodies
Who are not as much trash
As the whole rest of humanity
Their reasons
Their problems
Their aiming high
I couldn't care less
Tell the truth
They're just dragging me down
Those half-arsed trashes
To my mighty self
They're nothing more than entertainment
A nice distraction to
The whining wimps
I beat to a bloody pulb
Because I feel like it
A nice diversion to
The women getting annoying fast enough
After having had fun with them
A nice distraction
I'll discard them
As soon as they get boring, too
Why would I waste my time
With boring nobodies
But as long as it's fun
I'll continue crushing anyone
Who's unlucky or hyte enough
To get onto their turf
And thus onto mine