Thursday, March 8, 2012

Mercy, Hold Me

Oh mercy. Oh mercy please come new in the morn.
I am naked, only clothed by darkness.

Oh mercy. Oh come to me in the morn.
That old cracked smile he wears,
And kisses on the cheek when we greet
Is an abomination. His hands are full of blood.
The little boys and the little girls who trusted him,
He damaged.

Oh mercy, abide with me in the morn.
I cannot bear my eyes uncovered
In the light of morning, I blush
To remember the places I visited.
Light accuses me
Reveals me as enemy.

Oh mercy. I faint knowing who I am.
Oh mercy, bear me when I cannot bear myself.
Oh mercy. mercy...hold me.

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