Living life by red lights

Wow. This makes me think either about prostitutes are luring men, and they kill them - or the reverse. Men go to the prostitutes for the purpose of killing them. Like a Jack the Ripper sort of thing. I didn't know you wrote a bunch of poems like these. They're definitely your most interesting ones. You never know the entire story - and it makes you think about what this truly is.

dressed in seduction and painted masks,
they stalk out their pray and lay in wait.

I gotta say, that is pretty impressive wording. It just gives you this dark sense of stalking, and it gave me chills.

Damn you, and your creativeness. ;)

Wow, this is a dark and sad poem... I like how you told this story...

It's quite sad to imagine someone hunting people.

Good job with this poem :)

This is so creative! never thought i'd read a poem about the red light district, and it is awesome! i love it, truly great. only thing is "pray" should be "prey". other than that small typo, everything is wonderful. 5/5

Such vivid images are created in this write, shows some of the parts of society that many just ignore. The dark, mysterious and seedy atmosphere in the piece was well crafted leading the reader to the scene.

Very well written.

Powerful piece. Porstitutes are prone to murder everywhere. It is the price paid unfortunately.