Testo Called Home

In the web you left behind
I fail to find or forgive myself

Long and cold have they grown
Sunless days in this home
Often and over and over again
Thoughts that won't come to rest
Why did you suffer this alone all along?

All dim, all pale, so lift me on the pyre
The feast is over, the lamps expire

Long and cold has it grown
This road you wandered once
Often and over and over again
Led to inevitable ends

Why did you suffer this alone all along?
What desperation guides your hand to blanket these vacant walls?

By keystroke you wrote, "I was called home,"
And through that action I lost my own
Through that action I lost my own home

The peace the trigger granted begat the horror of flesh and bone
I only hope you found, that which was sought

By keystroke you wrote, "I was called - called home."

The dissolution of brotherhood brought by a mist of red - I am home

Carried you thusly and later read
That I, "deserve better," - what this life has fed
Now I must embrace the lessons taught
Everything you taught me

I cleaned your blood from off the screen
Scraped your brain matter, and let loose a scream
Relegated your life to trash and unseen
Shattered but grateful for all you did for me
All you did for me

The role you played was the most important of all
Why did you suffer this alone?
No one was with you when you died
I am home