You've never called me darling,
You never wanted my kiss
I heard how you stunning
Through the broken lips.
You shouldn't be so beauty,
I shouldn't be insane.
Now it's our guilty
That we in each other's veins.
You're dancing in the smoke
For nobody's eyes
Your smell is someone's dope
They pray to you to die.
The bar is full of people
And you just spot in store
They buy junk for your fingers
And you their's saint whore.
They ready to obey you
They're staying on the knees
They suck you like a morning dew:
No hope to release.
Your tears are not falling,
They dry up in your heart
And God one day is coming
To bring in Heaven's Yard.
Saint Whore
© Copyright: Сергей Павлов17, 2015
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