Lost Boy

the caves which i wander are ever
full of surprises (good and bad and sometimes
a little of both, like diamonds in the rough)
but they're nothing to the safety of the land above

i shall have all that i need: the shelter of a
wet-slicked ceiling and the company of all that
is evil. i no longer need light to see the way
my brother does (i miss him sometimes)

i am content to spend my days here in a repetitive
loop of mine / kill / mine / kill / mine
to end my existence scraping away the walls
of reality with the end of a dulled metal pick

(i promise, my brother, i will return to you someday but
today is not that day and it may well never be)
but for now the caves which i wander are the only
b r o t h e r i'll ever need.