Please

Step aside

I need to

Press that

Bell

 

Please

Don’t

Crowd

Me

Surround

Me

Judge

Me

 

Don’t Roar

And tell

Me

I’m going to

Hell

 

Murderer

You can hiss

You are

Not wrong

But that

Is my final

Wish

 

My choice

As is yours

Is to stand

And protest

About my

Fucked up

Mess

 

My mess

Is not

Embedded

In you

It’s

Embedded

In me

And your

Godly

Judgement

Is not going

To help me

 

Put down

Your banners

Please

Tell me

You are

Wrong

 

Hold me

Comfort me

Make me

Strong

 

Look me in

The eye

Tell me

You will

Be there

 

To

Care

And help

All through

The night

 

In the dark 

With no

Money to

Turn on

The lights

 

You won’t

You will be

Here

Car Park

Protesting

And waving

Your banners

Against me