Mercy

From some dark place, I feel a wordless mass of emotion creep forth into the light of exposed shamefulness. Some feelings can become a disease. It's a lingering phantom that steals away all comfort. The used-ones that draw strength from their collective will seek to darken my tenderness with a cruel shame-projectile .They desire to add to the rusty knife collection in my back. All my armor is in the front. The cowards attack where I can't see. With a bitter drink I quench nothing but store up an ocean of wrath that breaks every stronghold that would dry-up the rivers of beautiful goodness and peculiar vulnerability displayed through a special depth of soul. In the end I wish for mercy on them. Let it come like cool rain on a hot day in this shitty part of this shitty world. Mercy is my soul. I can't deny myself.