The Weight

Misery escapes the wearer in black.

A faceless past of a nameless race.

He was brought back for eternity.

Forever is for nothing with everything.

His release is relentless, foraging deep.

Brought from death to a canvas white.

Tortured hands remember in full embrace,

Breathing through his blood the mind erased.

Two halves holier than carrying cancer

He breaks boulders, how brittle those binds

Tied to time, strangle the stranger behind.

Crimson's carousel is closed, forever somber.

Beelzebub’s babe carries weight no more.

Cleared uncertainty carries weight no more.

Killing himself though you carries weight no more.

The bi-polar express carries him no more.

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