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Prostitutes Song
Sweet nothings whispered
in a breath, from behind
blanked eyes evidence
of empty promises lie.
From the walls of the
keep of no return comes
the silent plea that echoes
down hollow corridors.
Scared flesh still burns
from the night before,
false smiles frozen in place,
make-up the miracles that hides
it all.
Time seems to hold no meaning,
cast aside and made to pay
for the sins forced by societies
degradation.
One kiss to seal it all away,
chains of silk and lace chafe
well abused skin, a heart that
has no reason to feel.
Death would seem the sweet
release, just within grasp yet
out of reach, spit upon the
very ones who made it all possible.
Salvation would come at
the price of a soul, no way
it seems just to be free,
for men or God, always a
slave.
1:54 PM - 4/11/2006 -
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