Conjoined Twins

This man I know, this man I see,
He stands upright, his stride is sure,
He does no wrong, lives life honestly,
With eyes so clear and a heart so pure,
This man I know, this man I see...

I watch him smile, I see him cry,
I see him working hard to shape,
These lumps of clay, fragments of his heart,
For these are more than mere friends,
They are his kin for life...

Close to his body, them he holds,
He thinks they hold him as tight,
Warmth he wants and warmth he gives,
Till day emerges from night...

This man I know, This man I see,
Casual he leans against the gates of hell,
Sparks shoot from the embers he holds,
With bloodshot eyes and a soul to sell,
He watches as his dark night unfolds...

I watch him slide as silent as sin,
Sly his back as it moves across the wall,
Cautious he approaches the battle to begin,
Wary is he of the back stabbing dolls....

Close to all but near to none,
A radiant smile across his face,
He holds hands, but trusts no one,
All the time, the cold emanating in his gaze...

They turn around and look me in the eye,
They want to know where my loyalties lie,
They wink at me, both satan and the seer,
And as the sky meets the sea,
The image merges with the mirror,
The men I see become........me.