Mercy

Mercy…
When I melt in the kiss by the words and the whispers you sing me
Mercy…
And I’m frail in the kill by submission and will that you bring me
Mercy…
When I’m nothing but ego, you slap me to let go and sleep free
Now I sleep free
You’re my toybox
You’re my memories
When I smell your skin you just make my whole world weep
I’m at your feet
I’m at your feet
Mercy…
when the grey turns to black and the wave’s on my back, you make me smile
Mercy…
Is the trauma no martyr you crush into pleasure and downtown
Mercy…
It’s the shining of you that just breaks me in two like a lifeline
You’re my lifeline
I’m the idiot to your poetry
When you burn you bleach
Everything and all I need
Is at your feet
Is at your feet
Mercy…
Are the licks and the lips of temptation, just tricks, not for playing?
Mercy…
Are you the camera suck, gun slut to headphone fuck holes in my being
Mercy…
Are you everything which put the sex into bitch, or just faking?
Do you fake it?
So I celebrate your chemistry
If you bond with me
I could make your whole world sweet
I’m on my knees
I’m on my knees
On my knees
On my knees
On my knees
On my knees