Dead Angel

jakobmartyr

Her name was Angel
She was just sixteen
Left home a year ago
For the cover of a magazine
or maybe some blow
but she didn't know
That life wasn't like T.V

I woke up naked
Pasted to the kitchen floor
Spilt bottle in my grasp
seepin' towards the front door
I drank what was left
Thought to myself
I'd sell my soul for just one more

Walked over to the bed
Prayed she was just sleepin'
Opened up her drawers
For whatever I could keep
Blew the dust of an eightball
A bottle of seconal
And I was on my way

I am everyone I see
But they only needed
Pieces of me...

Her name was Sage
Had bags full of cash
Wore Ruby lipstick
Said she didn't wanna crash
And needed a fix
Maybe some dick
I didn't have the will to pass

She chained me to the bed
Just a paid concubine
When I tried to leave
She'd say do another line
Or take some money
But please please please just please me

A six bedroom tomb
With two living dead
When she slept with Prince V
I crept out of bed
And shook off the curse
Grabbed the cash from her purse
And I was on my way

I am everyone I see
But they only needed
Pieces of me...

Being Enlightened

"Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side."

jakobmartyr, I like it! Disturbing but that's good because it should be. Keep it up!