Analytical assassination
So many people, so much is changing
Blood in my cries, tears in my wounds
My hands keep shaking, old and prune
The weight is too strong
No two glares can be compared
But a kiss is still so sweet, bold, fair
Pictures taken, viewed, and burned
Portraits stolen, cherished, churned
The weight is too strong
I don't know what keeps me here
I'm not too worried about it
Maybe it's gravity
Maybe it's gravity
My past can't be erased
But I know I can change it










