Brothers

Wanna comfort bleeding wounds?

I would open up my heart for a second so that you could feel warm again.

I would open my mind so that your words feel more like a symphony and less like sin.

I know that blood bonds are hard in the age of individuals but I can't survive without the scars that our brotherhood has left on my skin.

So maybe spare me a second the next time we're both awake past moonrise,

So that I can talk about my flaws.

I know I like to listen but I don't often get a chance to respond.

So spare yourself a day,

To recover from repetitive loss.

I know you like to overthink things,

But self sacrifice comes at a hefty cost.

So, blood brother,

Made to be so by the moon.

Under blue tinted light let yourself bleed and let old bonds be renewed.

Hands together in a display of comfort,

Leave together,

Let my coven and your God decide how real family is to be viewed.