A lost spirit in the shattering world
With empty pennies and a crazy whirl
Grabbing stars to reach the ethereal light
Getting lost alone within the night
I'm walking astray far from my dreams
Just running towards where hard cash will be
Wild trading my skin to get some gold
Who cares if the slut becomes what others told
It wouldn't matter if I was hurt
Nor my feelings that they never heard
Yet sadly the truth is I'm not fine
But it is my fault so I shouldn't whine
"You posted these photos, You worn these clothes"
A whore, A hooker, A Fuck&Throw
Yet theres nothing I could ever say in my appeal
Because running for money is never real
Theres no place for me to write an explanation
Since no one will understand my sad sedation
Yet even here on my fucking little hideaway
There are pieces of me that slowly fades away
Whats the point of composing all these little poem
Why don't you write it straight down out for 'em
Well heaven forbids humans to have grace
He decides that I should be blame
Even if I wrote my heart out
Or cry till the bones go dry
Becuase I took the quick road to fame
"I got it cheap- Hence I'm liable for pain"
I'm done writing for the rest of the night
Just another step to my endless fight
Yet sadly I seek no humanity in my efforts
As I sit back and read the following replies in your words
-Lost
Wildest Wolf
Hey girl don't be ashame of what you do,
ReplyDeletefor society codes us in all different way.
Stand your ground and be strong as blood sweat money will never be wrong. All the best!
What's lost can be found
ReplyDeleteBut what's done can never be reversed
Think far into the future
And take actions that will not be regretted
Everything are just ashes
In the face of a roaring flames
Is money the final goal
Or is living worth these woe
I don't know what you may have gone through
ReplyDeleteBut don't let pain chance you for someone you are not suppose to
You may say "fuck the world", and do what you want
But Deep down inside, is it all that you could have done?
One of the regrets in life is to have too much cash
But you are not happy in the end
For your life is more than clubbing and inked
So get out there and chase your dream
At the end of the day all you need are just some close family and friends
To be with you till the end of your death.