Goodnight, Dear Brother

So tell me, my dear "brother"
Who fell out of their cloud and made you God?
Please tell me why she bothers
When all you do is act the Sod

When will you realise that nobody wants you?
All of your friends have long since been gone
When will you realise that nobody loves you?
Your whole being is nout more than a scam and a con

But as this knife pushes in, through your worthless skin
I see the man in you
You quiver and cry, you know you will die
You won't even see this night through

You see I hate you, you're a bastard
I only wish on you what I wish on the dead
The art of hatred I seem to have mastered
And I'll continue to try to get this in your head

You're so twisted you've spun right around
You used to be nice, but you're nout to me now
Something will bring you down to the ground
Tonight we will end it, someway and somehow

And as this knife pushes in, through your worthless skin
I see the man in you
You quiver and cry, you know you will die
You won't even see this night through

So tell me, dear "brother"
Are you quite so brash now?
Will you tell me to die, will you call me a cow?
I think not, for it is I
Who holds the blade high
And it is I who will see this through
It is you who will die.

"This is highly personal and took a whole five minutes to write, it's
not written well and please don't take this as what my poetry is all
about. I just strongly dislike my "brother"."