By Marshall Hann
Submitted by blessed23
Date: 2007 Sep 13
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Mercy

I

                    The still air is ominous
                 and my skin feels
                           like my mind
                    the Future falls
                    twisted and contorted
                    laying
                    on the rain soaked
                    city street.
                    the Future!
Wide                                                   Eyed
                    staring vacantly upwards
                    silently condemning
                    the loves that have left
                    it lonely

II

hands curl
inwards
towards
this useless heart
  Counting stars
  Counting scars
yes,
I'm passing time
every moment
is a bitter struggle
to find a distraction
from this loneliness
that rapes me
with savagely
impassive passion

Die from pain,
from fear,
from cold
fingers tremble,
at the thought,
of dying alone and old

Wont someone be kind enough,
to break my heart?