Lament of the streetwalker's dirge

The smell of vengeance
sought out from some poor whore 's cunt,

The tears and blood stained sheets.

Fifty bucks crumpled on the dresser,
cloths on the floor, whore on the bed.

Face Down, Ass Up.

Hatred extracted upon another man's slave
contractual rape and an emotional death.

An hour of pain,another of misery.

She shits the broken condom out
her little souvenir.

Her John lays weeping,
the stained mattress absorbing his aggressions.

As she limps down to the street
yearning for the saftey of her daddy's right hand
Hungry for salvation and full of despair.

A tragedy staged upon the travesty of life
enacted out upon some poor whore's cunt.

Piękność الشئ الجميل séduisant Привлекательные 美しい

A beauty wondrous and fleeting joy 

A fine soul unfurled warm this world 

In your eyes lays the strength heroes seek in your being the end all 

 So hush. 

 Let me lay here 

lingering so close 

dreaming so far 

lost in beauty fleeting 

lost in the ether finding heaven for the rest of us sinners 

to guide us back home 

So hush!

 till I've had my fill