Whore

Languidly mounted upon human criticism she sits,
chaos and order dancing, she screams locked in madness.
Masquerades of naked dramas fill her nights,
by day she plays with the stars.
Spitting sputtering spewing she breaks her promises.
She curls up around your loins leaving you screaming: more!

Destiny has not been a lover nor a friend.
She has beaten me until I have cursed her name:
sorrowful screams in the dead of the night.
I have bared myself raw and naked under her heavy lipstick.
You love me, rob me and leave me.
Fortune is not to be known by any virgin.

Destiny has cast me out of her graces.
She has thrown me out of her bed without a blanket.
The bitch has ripped my dying lover from my arms.
Fate has eluded me down back alleys.
Faith has damned me for my place in her arms.
Fate you are a wretched whore.