TwoIn different rooms
Of the same round gold house
No view
Always looking through
Towards the other prison brother
A tune
They both once knew
Is now an illusive wail on the wind
They lose
And search for more to lose
A sacrifice to the God that gives back past
Inevitably
A great storm comes
And tears the whole gold round house and all it's walls to the ground
Two alone
Staring at each other, unclothed, exposed
Seeing things they'd both hoped to dispose
Then one
Not wanting to see, runs
To embrace the other, see over their shoulder
But one
Has seen the question
They'll need to answer from now til forever
Or maybe from now
until they turn around
and leave the other, leave the round gold prison, and their brother
