Have mercy.

I could give you mine.

But this boulders burden,

My bones, brittle sign.

They must break,

Baring this curse,

Of a promise to be kept,

Be it better, be it worse.

Remember this day.

You fit into it,

Like an oil painting,

But every other day,

Is a photocopy,

A memory, that I maintain,

Are burdens to remember?

A jagged noose if I ever should forget,

I'm a man made from a trick of light.



Hurry on down, hurry on down.

My eyes are flowing blind,

From all this sunlight.



A better day to make a bitter pill to take.