turning tricks in the house of god
The blackness stains her pillow as it also stains her face,
but unlike the eyeliner on her silken sheets the bruises hold their place.
Left upon the doorstep of a merciless god she waits, but with every unanswered
prayer her hope turns into hate.
Beaten broken and shattered she's left to hold her own, but
when every bone is broken where will she call home.
The glass she uses to cut with no longer make a sting,
she never knew shed traded her soul in when she accepted that
demons ring.
for every fist and insult and for evey rape a lie,
but when do you disguise the truth to make sure you don't die.
For every bruise a reason for every bump a scream,
how to live when every days a nightmare and every nightmare is a dream.
So she resorts to selling her body though she knows it rots her soul,
but what to do when your shattered not a piece of you is whole.
The drugs sustain a fix for her the powder are her wings,
to bad she doesn't realize the gods tremble when she sings.
She stronger than the most of us but,
shes battered to the max, with every crimson teardrop that slices like an ax.
She gets her high from lying she gets her way through sex,
why fight it when its beaten she thinks as she lays down and opens her legs.
every guys drips venom on her innocence though shes thinking thats shes free, atleast
when she was being beaten she had part of her dignity,
she see's a light in the distance and a beautiful golden gate
her eyes light up in wonder out drowns all the hate.
but now shes being redirected to a more fiery place of gods she knows now she wont be
turning tricks in the house of god
