Dead Brothers

We go our separate ways.
We'll try our best to stay away
Aware that the past will eat the
path that leads to the future.
We'll try to live consecutive lives,
But in all will breed disaster.
But the ghosts in our houses try not to haunt us.
We've yelled at each other enough to scare them away
Part of me looked away at sundown
It saddened me to see the brightness fade
On and on, we're different people
Changing masks almost every weekday
I can't seem to put this one down
Nor can I explain what it's supposed to reflect
Frozen in the middle, I am warm on the edges
Just wait for the surprise when you get close.