THE LADY OF THE NIGHT
Empty hollow eyes, piercing through her being,
Always looking, always searching, somehow never seeing
She rises at seven, washes and scrubs until two
She gets drunk before seven, so the men she can do
This is how she lives her life daily, the cold hearted whore
Her eyes appear dead, her Soul appears raw .......
She is loved for a moment and then cast away
She does all that they ask her… as long as they pay
Then they go back to their lives,
To their pure angel like wives
And the whore sleeps alone with only her tears
She is merely a carcass ‘til she has lost her young years.
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