Devil's Prey.

Broke bitch, jobless

Ditchweed in my pocket,

Always find a way to pay

For cigarettes, dry gin

And candy canes around Christmas.

Could have had a diamond in my pocket,

Pawned it-

An extra three hundred for a shopping spree.

New black lace wrapping my legs, like a present

Waiting to be undressed.

She doesn't want to be a mistress,

She just wants to be in love.

But she's never felt secure in any kind of relationship-

Now she tells her soul she's above feeling and heartache

Emotions just suffocate the potential

Evaporates.

My heart beats so rapidly, I feel so tired

As second pass desperately.

I've got some change in my coat-

And I've got nowhere to go.

Yet the people love me desperately, I just cannot be seen,

With this weight on my shoulders keeping me rooted in one place.

She shakes, withdraw awakes. Her face, white losing it's color.

Invisibility wrapping itself around her waist.

She just wants to be loved, know the taste,

As she feels frightened, cold, searching for somewhere safe.

Broke bitch, heartless; I've got a few things in my pockets-

Keeping me numb from the winter's cold roar.

Keeping me sane, keeping me somber,

As I hide on the forrest floor.