Blood and Fruits
The first time I died, the last thing I saw was my brother.
I felt the hot pain in my back as I fell face first into the field of flowers we used to play in and reached out in hopes that he would help me.
I must've forgotten that he was the one who killed me in the first place.
And when questioned about me he claimed he knew not where I was, so now he is lost.
A soul left to wander in exile for the rest of his years.