A Whore.s Repentance by romanceofmurder, literature
Literature
A Whore.s Repentance
Bruised ego, lent out body
Dress up, strip down, something gaudy.
Clichéd phrases replace and take hold
Death gripped heart, still and cold.
She lost herself in the fine fare
Down a path to degenerate nowhere.
Empty soul, tired, fruitless heart
Nothing seems worthwhile in impart.
Standing mouth agape, tongue slack
Words to express she seems to lack.
Pen and page look alien and foreign
Thought cast aside begs to be reborn.
A struggle to catch her last gasping breath
And then the next or she'll have her death.
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