Pick Your Poison

Dropped

hold me up on your back, so I can spy the moon
hopelessly intact, it will be here soon.
can't hold on, can't support all the time
fallen down, sacrificing the divine

why did you support this weight?
I would not have done the same.
that is how we relate,
broken knees, swollen hate.

I cannot restrain my mind, its the ends to the means
this funeral pyre will impale my disease.

why should you support this weight?
I would not have done the same.
our weakness and our minds relate,
hefty soul, broken fate.