Two brothers
   the walking dead
   pray for silence they
   said
   one shot to the sky
   the other held down
   by disguise
  
   sex for an angry man
   two 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