i want rid of the weight on my shoulders,

always hanging over me,

sneering,

smirking,

from the corner of my vision.

peculiar, peripheral.

so cut the lights,

and many other things,

in an attempt

to slice free

from off my back

the weight which drags me down.

yet even in the darkness

throughout the night

creeping,

crawling,

if only i could rid myself

of all this awful weight.