A hundred deaths, each one strips my soul bare. He's my brother, my only one. Watching him die over and over makes me numb but never am I numb enough not to feel the pain.
A new day comes and brings with it another form of murder. More than my brother's body is killed however. My heart is torn, hope is exhausted; not even the Devil in the pit could imagine pain deeper than this.
Every day from moment to moment I hold my breath, watch over my brother and wait for death to come and blot out the sun.