The Prostitute

Today I feel what my life is,

From one bead to another,

falling like a meteor,

Another toy of betrayal,

another bad luck of creator,

another con of death,

and its curse on my breath.

Today I feel like prosecuted,

my feelings and emotions,

like being continuously raped,

since I have eluded,

not one, by everyone I trusted.

My life is nothing but a brothel,

I am selling my emotions,

to everyone, with love, who comes,

and then, to slave my heart in return

my slaves and my tales,

my drowning dreams and fate.

Oh someone, Oh there,

someone who can hear my tale?

I am tired of all the games,

let's sit on a beach, while the night awakes.

I hide my tears in the light of stars,

my soul has got freckles and scars,

Let me show you all, one by one,

while you tear me again for I am the one.