Reason, Bleeding

The shape of
the burden
carried upon
your shoulders

the state of
the monkey
clinging to
your back

the weight of
the tears
dripping from
your eyes

the volume of
the truth
you hide, the pain
you hold inside

the shade of
your mind
as you go down
for the night

the height of
your deception
the length of
your willingness to go

the words before
they leave my mouth
the thoughts turned action
we cannot take back

the strength of
reason, bleeding
the sharpened points
from A to B


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