'Prostitution As An Art Form'

"It feels like a dream now, Those few stolen hours of life for living. I want to see you again The way you were when I first saw you Standing there, with your ironic smile, Bad posture and black leathe..."

"There is death here.  A misunderstanding, a fork in the road,  Where I turned away from life in unyielding bitterness.  The tears I have shed are crystallized,  They shatter now,  Shards cutting merci..."

"This somber silenceIs as loud as your yelling of before.I hear everything you do not say.You have said it all before.The words echo in my mind,Leaving scars on my heart,Bringing tears to my eyes.At th..."

"The rain that falls Is like tears from the skies, or Like the tears in my eyes. It falls to the parched ground, Nourishment for the earth, Nourishment for the soul. And I wonder, As my tears continue ..."

"You painted me in lies, Made them part of me. You only really saw What you wanted me to be that I am not. All you ever gave me was your name. I don't know who I am or who to blame. There's nothing lef..."

"I cry, sometimes at night, I cry too often now. I see you in my mind, But you never make a sound. For something to hold on to, I'd give up anything. But I'm so sick of waiting for What tomorrow neve..."