Her time is paid for

She loved everyone too much.

Holy everlasting sanctified

Red light district of the soul.

Try to keep your dignity.

Try to keep it all in line.

Dirty heels and fallen stockings

Stalking pretty daddies girl.

Walk the talk and talk the walk,

Never is the time to feel.

Who will love the burlesque phantom

Paper needle Geisha girl?

Searching boxes for spoons,

Balancing nirvana on a dented knife.

Chemical answers in the quiet

And winter takes her home.

Warm where toes don't feel.

Warm where her heart can't hurt.

Her vacant eyes matched the sky, 

reflected in windows.

Forever closed to the sorrow

No one felt for the girl who loved all. 

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

you've managed to enthrall my attention~ your descriptives are sharply drawn and the subject matter a glimpse into a personal pandora's box~ you took me back to the summer of my 18th year spent in Japan where everything was a surreal ride so rich it eft one holow in their rice paper skin~