You search
for me in places
Where you’ll never find me.
I’ve seen the empty faces.
I leave them all behind me.
Reaching out for something
That’s beyond my grasp.
Coming back with nothing,
Hoping this won’t last.
The victim and the fall.
I suffer through it all.
There’s nothing more.
I have no more.
I am a whore.
There’s nothing more.
I find within your ruins
Only death and dust.
Looking through your sewage,
My bones begin to rust.
I feel the need for something
That’s beyond my grasp.
Reaching out for nothing,
Knowing this won’t last.
The victim and the fall.
I suffer through it all.
There’s nothing more.
I have no more.
I am a whore.
There’s nothing more.
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