Angel of Mercy

You tell me of unimaginable things, no lungs or breath to ever unspeak. I am pushed into sparse mindscapes, unseen acres allow endless germinations. Yesterday is that which obsessively remains, where I am selflessly engulfed in tomorrow. In my ignorance to such woe and pain, such sorrow. This hour reimburses everything omitted. and I am nothing. I am nothing, my voice is deathly erased. You, with rigour, inducer of mortis, and angel, of darkness, and darkness holds you, culpable, remover of shackles, lamb to the slaughter, a loving Mother.