A Prostitutes Last Night

by FlowerThatDied   Aug 10, 2005


Shes strong willed, caring, calm,
Though her secret pain should bring alarm,
No one notices the tearing heart,
They all think shes another tart,

Shes stands outside a bar
Then steps into the un-known car,
Not knowing where it will lead,
The mans fascinations she'll feed,

She was a hooker,
He was there,
He drove her I don't know where,
But he tied her to a tree,
And then repeatedly stabbed her heart,

So shes laying, will die soon,
He jumps into his car and drives toward the midnight moon,
She lays there screaming with no one else in sight,
Just with the hope someone might have found her stranded,
But now no hope is left for she is ....dead

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