Panacea

We grew as one through infancy
 In seperable through maturity
 Now laces with the threat
 Of annihilation
 Ideals make way for wartime operations
 Strobe-light shrapnel
 Tears tissue asunder
 My shocked eyes gaze
 Refusing to see
 A blood-stained path to
 My brother reveals
 His unhealable open wounds' frailty
 Inconceivable pain
 Irrevocable affliction
 Powerless am I
 To make you whole once again
 PANACEA
 Powerless am I
 PANACEA
 To make you whole once again
 Petrifying empathy
 Takes complete control of me
 He's involuntarily tethered
 To these last moments of pain
 It may be his last desire
 To be bathed in friendly fire
 A terminal reaction to a hopeless situation
 "Brother... Please! Send me on my way!"
 "Brother... Please! Release me from this pain!"
 It seems that even gods on high
 Refuse to let my brother die
 Responsibility now thrust on me
 Any burden I bear
 Shall be secondary
 A fratricide you're empowering
 To end all your suffering