Pretty In Pink

Sharks smell fear, as men can smell desperation,
A vile perfume, the smell of regret and decay
The sign above your head reads “please don’t reject me”
But the harder you try, the more you look like a looser.

Pretty in pink it stands in the shadows.
Just one hit, from a brothel window
You can’t got home,
For fear of being Daddies little punch bag
Looks don’t last
Just as well, as you never had them.

You vanish off the earth, when you have nothing cute to say
But still you persist, untill becomes mental cruelty.
I told you, you are ill, so I flushed away all your pills
Self medicate instead, with shit from a dealer

Pretty in pink it stands in the shadows.
Just one hit, from a brothel window
You can’t got home,
For fear of being Daddies little punch bag
Looks don’t last
Just as well, as you never had them.

The brightest light burns out the quickest
Slow fuse burning at the bottom of the death list
.To die before death, body functions all depleted.
Anorexic shadow of your former existence

The addled rotting corpse, crawls from the shadows
Held up displayed, like some fucking freak show.
Pimps are gods,
Blinged up to the eye balls, showing off their victims
Roll up, roll up, at least some one loves you
Bad luck, when this door opens,
All others close behind it.

©Wednesday, 24 February 2010 Alex Kyriacou