Dirty Whore

Bad at love it's music to my ears. Her voice is so serene she believes in all my dreams. But how can something so beautiful be so mean? She tastes like pain tears they fall like rain. Makeup scars her face; there's paraphernalia all over the place. They are trying to make it seem she's just crazy and high, a fiend. Sh escapes inside her mind, her friends, they play the lie. Knock at the door another common street whore. She's selling schemes of things and pieces of her pie. I swallow back the protest and push her out the door. There's a needle on the sink the smoke is so fucking thick. I open the bathroom door more a whores facedown in the sink.