Angel of Mercy

Angel of Mercy                      November 15, 2013

I wish for a sleep so deep, I shall never know
The likes of a day where I go home:
The body, the mind, those vagabond prisoners,
And the weapon of choice, the maternal pistol.

I seek His grace 'pon the pastor's pulpit,
But I am only told, "She holds your soul,
Your mind, your body, and everything which goes:
You live for her life, the dependency upon her."

And the life I live, I cry inside,
Though the tears never cascade, and I only tremor.
My life is a mirage the American Dream doth cast:
My genetics pervade, and I shall die
A mad hatter in my own skin.

What if an angel of mercy should arrive?
Shall I be liberated from another day?
Shall God release my final breath 'pon night?
Will I finally sleep away to Eternity,

Never to feel again a day's plight?
I fail constantly, everything which I embark,

And the life I lead is never my own:
Whether it be hers or my curse

The genetics wrought 'pon me,

And if I were to die 'pon the night,

At least I would lie forever free!

I have never known before misery as now.
A failure at port as everywhere else I know how.

I live to succeed, but what do I achieve?
I succeed at my abject failures: 

My mother's show of love via deathly creed.