Bloodied knuckles wrapped dead white;

Brother's palms filled with rusted, cold iron;

Walking ghost found pale moonlight

My faded, foggy memories of us as

Boys, beaten, broken, but still we lingered on...

Burning embers pressed to skin;

Brother's breath shouts what he claimed a liar;

Black goat hangs in picket sin

My forgotten, fucked memories of us with

Bruises, botched, beloved, smiling like we were kings...