Midnight Mercy

Streetlights flicker like they're praying for a spark. And I'm walking with a heartbeat

that remembers every mark. You said mercy isn't weakness, it's the blade

you learn to hold. But the night gets complicated when the truth

comes out cold. I've been stitching up the damage with the thread of what you

left. Yeah, the pieces still are hurting, but they're learning

how to rest. Every shadow on the pavement whispers something you once said.

If the world won't love you living, make it miss you when you're

dead. Midnight mercy, bleeding slow. Running wild where