My closed eyes longs
for you.
When I trade flesh, for the nondescript men who make my business.
When I trade flesh, for the nondescript men who make my business.
The feeling of betrayal rips my heart when I think of us.
Promising vows of
eternal love, you deserted me in a murky world.
Where I die thousand deaths.
Where I die thousand deaths.
My closed eyes cry
silently when penetrates alien flesh.
Sometimes in minutes, sometimes in seconds.
Sometimes in minutes, sometimes in seconds.
I lie so dead...legs
apart, paying the price for falling in deceptive love.
My visionless eyes have
now resigned to fate.
Apathetic to the sexual duress whether day or night.
Apathetic to the sexual duress whether day or night.
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