Mercy Should'Ve Killed Me
He lived to strive toward the light
He reached to touch her halo of glory
His solace and compass in coldness of night
Flighted companions in moth to flame story
Headed by perfect though blinded ambition
Placed on pedestal compound clouds
Left to be burnt beyond recognition
Grounded by hurdles and shadows of doubt
Beckoning over some lost mountain dews
Summoned and broken in every way
Down in the dirt roads of minuscule views
Self loathed and lynching the order of day
Driven by fragile wings aflutter
Subtle assassin hypnosis in tune
Baroness flight where angel wings suffer
Forcibly taken from lonely cocoon
Filling the lungs with breathes of love
Choking on words that once relayed trust
Ashes on white feathered wings of a dove
Betrayal of concepts spurred to combust
Voice box burnt in scrambled confusion
Battered in silent dark without choice
Toe end of star embossed blanket illusions
Struggling to find the way with no voice
Prettied and buffed up, only to hide
The human condition, by the sound of it
Pretty damn close to losing his mind
Grown up to rise and snap out of it
Metamorphoses mailing wings to thee
Adapting to change, forgetting to fly
Blinded and giving up hopes to live free
Feeling uneasy when taking to sky
Accept that he would’ve done all for her
Mercy expects nothing less in return
The wonders of love obscured by a blur
Through eyes that could kill him but left him to burn
Copyright © Brandon Basson | Year Posted 2006
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