Maybe I'm Amazed
London, 1953.
I tried to distract myself from the inescapable pain that shocked every vain in my body. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I wanted to cry out, to tell the wretched man that was crouched over me that he was a bastard for doing this. Each second of pain was a wave crashing onto my already aching body. I could feel the blood seeping over my collarbone, painting the perfectly tanned skin an ugly scarlet.
The hate I felt for this thing made me forget what love was. He had snatched me away from the most precious jewel I possessed. Mama, I love you. You are alone now.
Soul
of Christ, sanctify me
Body of Christ, save me
Blood of Christ,
inebriate me
Water from Christ's side, wash me
Passion of
Christ, strengthen me
O good Jesus, hear me
Within Thy wounds
hide me
Suffer me not to be separated from Thee
From the
malicious enemy defend me
In the hour of my death call me
And
bid me come unto Thee
That I may praise Thee with Thy saints
and
with Thy angels
Forever and ever
Amen
My limp body crashed onto the pavement as my attacker ran like a coward.
Mercy was not granted for I would live as the malicious enemy, forever and ever.