Trapped

Painted faces
Gleam so bright,
Attracting attention
In the pitch black night.
Cheeks shine,
Lips the color of blood,
Eyes like daggers
Thirsty for your lustful heart.
Creeping like an adorned beetle
Around every corner dark,
Searching for a customer
To kill the hunger
In her wounded heart.

Her pain radiates
Attracts them from miles around
They haunt her in the night
Sliding up filthy and black
Longing for her tainted blood
Their eyes are hungry
They yearn for the kill
Hearts racing faster
Excitement surges from this sickly sweet thrill.

Cockroaches in her stomach
She feels like she’s
Being eaten from the inside-out.
Sick dirty men
She must go to see,
Hating herself,
She drowning in
A guilt-ridden sea.
Up and down the poles
She goes,
Showing off her
Porcelain-like show.
No one knows the emptiness inside,
That thing she feels
Each time a man touches her at night.

A new man, a new night
A new crack in her glass heart
Their filth quickly staining
Her once pure mind
Lost and confused
She is trapped in this whirlwind
The more restless nights
The deeper she finds herself
Buried alive
Lungs burning for air
Her only reward is the poison
Seeping into her mouth
They grab and they squeeze
And she cannot turn away.

No escape
No way out
Could she ever remember
What life is truly about?
Filthy she feels,
Stained
Unclean.
She thinks that she
Should never be seen.
She thinks this life is all she deserves,
Stuck in the gutter
Never to be heard.

One as filthy as she
Could never know salvation
For so lost and alone
Who could bring her liberation?
The only road she knows
To out of this horrid place
Is through a needle
Blessed by this curse’s grace
Escape is but
An injection away
Meth is fresh in her veins
Now she’s longing to play
Faster, faster
‘Round and ‘round she goes
Where this sinful cycle ends
Who can really know?

Perhaps this war
Within herself will end,
When a savior comes
To help her to mend.
Love is what
This girl really needs,
Careful help
Gentle and kind.
Hands strong to help her,
Knowing who won’t mind,
This poor girl’s past,
Her vicious cycle.
A break in that bond,
In the chains that bind her.
Love is the healing balm
For her heart,
So go to her now,
Be a hero to her heart.

by linandbet
posted on 06/04/2008