Just Another Of The Broken With No Soul
Another conversation with woman behind the camera
Shatter the glass
Run for its a hail marry pass
Again I want to save you, as if your actually in danger
You give a daily night show
But I will just not go
You offer it for free as if that even matters
You tell me about a threesome as if it that just for starters
You sick pleasure is a disease
Just stop trying to victimize me
The heart felt scorn held inside comes to the rise
For I have had a friend who had to trade her body for a place to stay
On a constantly daily basis
Finally I gave her a home at no cost of her own
I wanted nothing from her
This was the weirdest circumstance I have ever been
I could have had her any way I wanted
But that's just wrong
She was my little sister in heart and mind
So I tell you women
Your sickness is on the inside
There is just something not right about you
You spiffed up your words so brilliant
Only to defile yourself with what your trying sell
These wounds won't heal
Prostitution through a screen with a voice and a name
Just another of the broken with no soul
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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