A prostitute

Shattered on the ground,
with dirt on my skin
stone cold my heart
don’t know where I’ve been,
don’t know where I feel the pain,
pain,
regret,
or hurt,
does it matter anyway?
they buy this flesh not soul
gold chain in the neck,
the heart made of coal

A whore, a slut, a prostitute?
maybe I have a name?
every night you torment this body,
in the daylight, I am the shame?
maybe my flesh is for sale,
but soul,
this soul is as pure as ash,
monumental as stars,
you just look for the beauty,
in my soul, I hide the scars

My story, you don’t want to know,
for delight of my touch you pay,
I keep this soul sheer inside,
a dead body is all that you lay,
I lay down,
the animal devours me
until he is pleased,
he embraces me
he promises all hopeless dreams,
he forgets all,
as his face gleams

Throw all the dirt you wanna throw,
I now know how to clean me up,
for my breathe I sold my flesh,
there’s no pricing for my love,
my love kept safe in my heart,
this heart,
it is made of gold,
with my pride, I’ll live this life
for my pride,
to you,
it wasn’t sold.