The Night’s Relentless Queen

She stalks the night, hips shaking slow, A broken goddess in neon’s glow. Makeup cracked, a warning sign, A soul sold cheap, a life in decline. She calls you daddy, boss, the only one, A twisted game, a loaded gun. Breasts sagged and drained by lust and pain, Marked by every hand, every stain. Her voice is hoarse, a rasping cry, A shattered laugh, a silent sigh. Battered, bruised, with stories dark, A haunted past, a poisoned mark. Some come to learn, some come to rape, Some chase the thrill, a soul to break. But cross her path without your due— She’ll end you quick, no mercy true. Her womanhood, a cursed flame, Burns through nights of endless shame. From dusk till dawn, no rest, no peace, A life chained tight, no sweet release. Queen of shadows, pain, and fear, A ghost that lingers, always near. Her body’s war, her silent scream, Trapped forever in a broken dream.