Fallen woman, wandering in the quiet of the night, Befallen hardships in pursuit of sweet delights, Trodden upon in mankind’s hateful path, The fallen fruit, bearing witness to the most wretched humans’ wrath. There is no rest tonight;In the silence of the night.
Carnivorous beasts, grunting in feverous mischief, Snatching at her purity and stealing away like a devilish thief. Half paid, near starved, Her path is carved,
The night goes onSoon fading into the sun, gone, She takes her earnings to ponder away. She will not linger in this world today. Life is sold for pleasureAnd now, returning home, she hides her only treasure;Her gaping red eyes fixated as she stows away on a voyage to forbidden lands.
Under a spell, she abandons her body, Heart racing, mind pacing, lost in a cacophony. Blinding darkness invades, Flashes of light taunt in a parade. Sweetened, to sour, The spell, now a poison, Oh, how quickly it overpowers. Nauseous, back to reality she joins again.
A ghost with a body, She throws up the contents of her life more and more each time. There is little left of her. She’s a vessel without a captain, A drink without the drunkard, A woman too deep in the storm inside to recognise the calling of her nameAs her body gives in and her mind becomes a shipwreck.
