Mercy O' Me

Published by: Depth Writer on 2nd Feb 2017 | View all blogs by Depth Writer

Mercy o' me

 

Fallen being with timid timepiece

 

Drowning in a sea of black liquid

 

Hell's flames quick to reassemble

 

the potent potion of harmful words.

 

Quickly, they are drawn, swords from chariots fire

 

wicks in a box of dreams, sullen, saddened faces

 

commence in half- empty ships, sun up, running

 

free, wild savages break me in two, torn beauty

 

Tears spew from the chivalry, the dark eyes drowning

 

deep into the shades of sky, the birth of hatred spilling

 

from waterfall cheeks, and leaves its grave of death.

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