Two brothers

The walking dead

Pray for the silence

Said

One shot to the sky

The other held down

By disguise



Sex for an angry man

To whores they can count

On him

One made of paper

The other glass

One will tear

The other crashed



Oh God, was I that man up

On a cross

Made of steel

Stuck on my wall cold and

Thin

Who watched me die

And did not care



Miles to go before I sleep



The inside marched on

Parade to the outside

Where no one came

What was there, it

Scorched the ground

The other made no sound