"Prostitute"


Coming out in the streets
My hair sticking to my skin
Sweat, smoke and alcohol
Dazed vision, bruised hips
Another job well done I guess

I tried to get out
I tried...
It seemed easy at first
My own decision at least
But it's not
It never was
Do I want it?
No one ever asked

It's your job he said
As I came back one day
Begging for release
He wrapped his fingers around my neck
Looking straight into my eyes
As he
Slowly striped me naked
I own you
I own you
I own you

After a few times
I grew a few times
Used to the pain
Dead inside

years passed
A boy came along
He seemed different
Trying to dig inside me
Hoping he'll find something more

Dead inside
I'm dead inside I screamed
You will never know
Never understand
And that will kill you
Use me
Use me as much as you want
But don't try to touch anything
That isn't skin deep
I'm hollow
You're fingers could move night through me
My heart had melted to tears
Tears which dried up yours ago

You don't own me
I mumbled
As he wispered in my ear
'Oh Yes I do.'