I’d cry all of the
Soul from
My eyes,

But

This cruel world
Doesn’t give me
The right.

The blood we shed
It never dries.

You think it’ll evaporate
Like water,
Like a lie.

No microfiber cloth can
Clean this up,

If the weight
Falls on you,
I doubt you’d

Get back up.

The air’s been
Poisoned,
And your
Hands

Are bloodied.

Cornered,
And under scrutiny.