Even the clearest waters have mud beneath them.
Even the nicest people have mud deep within.
My brother was never nice.
I knew that long before he killed me.
But in all knowledge of him, I never thought he'd stoop that low.
Poisoning me.
Watching me die.
Weighing me down.
Drowning me in the muddy waters.
Leaving, hastily, while it was still dark
Most people have darkness inside.
He had mud.
Mud, rot, dirt, bile.
Death.
