Mercy

There’s the knock on the door.

Could it be you?

You would walk over me a little more?

Or would you do something new?

Why would you walk to my doorstep?

You could have just thought of me once.

My love would follow your footstep.

My heart would float to yours.

There’s that knock again.

You knock is in vain.

I am in the extreme of my pain.

My body is wounded, my soul won’t sustain.

So its you, my angel of mercy.

What manner of relief you bring, pray let me see.

You chose the goodly apple, rotten at the core.

Feed it to me my goddess of the other world;

I can bear life no more.