Dead Weight

Barbed wire binding, scraping into the skin.
Trapped and defenseless , gasping at the surface...
The past like a weight, a poor lifesaver...
A torment, seeping into every conversation...
Every perception a one-tone kaleidoscope.

Every word is an attack.
Your false security an insincerity...
A forked tongue, a lash, the past a deep, hollow black hole.
An empty source of discrimination.
A spray of aggression to spit at everyone else.

You stretch out your claw, begging, pleading for salvation.
We begin to waiver and pity, begin to swim to your aid,
But then you lash again, the scorpion stinging the back of the frog...
We set you adrift. This is your exit.

No one else can save you.
You hurt those that try.

Drag yourself up, de-tangle yourself...
Break free from your chains.

And so I'll tell you once again.
`It's not for me to decide.'