His bed is broken and full of needles of yesterday.  But who am I to weigh a man's soul on a scale so plainly.  To force a situation and call an investigation.  Doesn't seem quite right to see through a person like a hole.  Or to dig them one and call it home.  

I refuse to let any thought be so cold.  Instead help them be in control.  I am no ones courtroom, I am just a man that believes everyone is whole.  To see past all the *******, and depression.  To see past the anger and oppression.  To show you that everyone is someone but we skip that with aggression.  

We should be holding in our hands mirrors to see who we really fear.  Do we even know who's there.  Call your own bluff, and fold if you don't want to share.  You just forced yourself into your own situation.