A soul so longing for love,
A body so desperate for lust,
Skin, thirsty for luminance,
One girl's innocent wish
But scorn of the society.
Drunk with the wine of youth
A mind as free as the gentle breeze,
Like the flower of the land,
She set foot out into the world,
To paint the town as red as she can.
These walls people built,
Tried she did to crumble them,
Like a stack of ninepins
Though success was elusive
Never did she retreat.
Woe became her that turned to misery
So wretched was she,
So low did she stoop,
That life itself lost spirit, the light dimmed.
Her soul was condemned.
Thorns pierced her flesh
The mind always in a restless maze.
Hither could she go; this way or that?
Nobody knows, nobody tells.
Life goes on.
When at last the pain alleviates
She sits by the window,
Watching as time flies by,
Cursing behind the chances gone,
Never again coming her way.
The losing sensation creeps back
And she can't escape.
Her limbs bound in unseen chains.
Console herself she must
As solitude becomes her best friend.
Survival being the basic instinct, recreation being her joy,
Overcome she must the dead that is setting in,
Like a demon lurking in the dark,
Ready to devour her flesh,
Pound after pound.
Again she commits, like a dirty caged bird.
Sin, one more time,
Die, one more time.
How many more such deaths, is there an end?
Nobody knows, nobody tells,
Life goes on.
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