Dream Princess

Self-loathing perhaps?

Cheap bright lipstick smeared across her pasty thin face,
Teeth rotting, the stench follows her words,
Uneducated and ugly,
What other choice did she have in this world?

Parading on the corner, like a peacock on show
She's working tonight, and waiting
Dreams of a glamorous life have flown away
Self respect forgotten for a buck

“Wanna fuck?” She leers at people passing
No longer seeing them as people
In her mind they're all the same
They all bleed her dry

Emotionless sexual encounters fill her nights,
As dawn comes and the rising sun bathes the city in a golden light
She retreats
Her fix must be got

As the needle hits the vein
The world dissolves around her
Smiling she sleeps in her filthy bed
Dreaming of the princess she never was

Never given the chance to get somewhere, to escape
Life, an endless battle which culminates in death
Death, the sweetest relief
The ultimate drug