Mercy, please. I beg of you, Mercy.
It was a thief in the night.
Slowly stealing little parts of you,
Bit by bit.
You cry and cry.
For there is nothing you can do
To get those parts back.
Give them back. Mercy. Mercy.
Months go by and you are slowly
Months slip away and you are slowly
chopped to bits.
Slowly gone, slowly nothing.