Poem about a mask a prostitute creates to conceal her identity, |
Fragile and pale she twists and turns Nothing can touch her Though fingers stained with cigarette burns Rake your ebony hair off your bone white face Nothing can touch her Today might be the day you fall from grace Slip into your masked disguise Pretty pearl necklace A string of lies You bite your lip And hold your tongue The truths almost out, Don’t let the rest slip. Her eyes are sullen, her lips apart Razor blades down her legs Nicotine stained heart Chipped black nails Blood red smile At least this works when all else fails Flaking makeup and a shaking hand Your falling from grace Who cares where you land? Cracks in your foundation, Your mask is gone How long did you think this would carry on? So this is it, She lets out a sigh And sashays across the plank Never say die Hands behind her back she dives straight in No ones there to save you No one cares if you loose or win Underneath the makeup you see the real you Cover yourself up quickly Transform the old into new It’s impossible she says Sinking straight to the ocean floor You can’t hide it anymore You’re just a simple common whore. |