Mercer
The rides are over,
take one last glance of red.
Regrets that choke.
You see that folded note propped on your desk.
We should've reached you when we could,
I pray to God that my views on heaven are misunderstood.
As your eyes close,
with just yourself to blame.
You made a permanent choice
for such a temporary pain.
Behind the glass we cry and scream.
Tears of grief from knowing you may not have been redeemed.
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