Thrust up against the wall to pay for her heroin
Bleeding tattoos adorn pierced and ravaged skin
Desperate needing for something inside again
Better this that than the surrender of needles slain
Daddies money spent again and now its starvation
Figure of wholesome vitriol sweating perversion
Arrested last week but let off for blowing the cop
Suicidal tendencies; an automatic pistol wont stop
Many beatings meet her vomiting of another night
Spent ravaging herself for the horror of this sight
Added the heavy eye liner so to hide the black eye
Never had a heart to love which is soon to atrophy
Hey mister; need a place; then you can stick it anywhere
Maybe stab him and look forward to the electric chair
Just another junkie whore on the streets of somewhere
So common now none of this is of surprise they declare
If I lent her a moment though she would steal my wallet
As this is all she knows; its survival or face the bullet
Released in the bleeding of blades across her thin skin
Watching the agony seep and delve into the hate within
So when its all in a sense of equilibrium; another shot
Whatever works right? Heroin, Cocaine or maybe pot
As one day it maybe suicide as again the circle turns
Found a match to watch as the skin advocates and burns
So what could it ever be for another story like many others?
So many others; who gives a damn when no one bothers?
What is appalling is the truth of how life can be so grim
You see a choice in their lives or another helpless victim?
By VisionGhost ©2009
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