Her Life and Death

Part I.


He was finally asleep by now,
and was my time to flee,
looking for my stockings,
I see the on the table mocking,
for a few hours work,my fee.

Back out in the rain,
on my job again,
trying to look desirable,
seeking out the unreliable,
men and boys,rich old men,
anyone whom I can tempt,
and bring him home to contempt.

He stood on the corner of the curb,
looking straight at my eyes,
he stared at my bust,
my attire caressing my wet body,
cold gaze uncovering hidden lust.

Back in his room,
a temple of clean,the Reverand's been,
pictures on the walls,with his wife,
ah! I realize,a tormented teacher..
a two faced lier,God's preacher.

He was a hungry,greedy,Godless soul,
sensed the lies he prayed and told,
and I let him quench his thirst,
on my body first,
an act loveless and cold.

Now I sat beside him,
watching him,naked in bed,
in tears I pocketed my pay,
blood on my hands,while he lay there,
quiet,cold and dead.

I remember that day,
many lives ago,
when my father walked out,
leaving mother and me,only four,
for some stolen moments with that whore.

I swore,that my existence,
would avenge my mother's death,
I would kill not ones who walk the streets,
there is punishment enough in their deed,
I shall take the soul for keeps,who,
upon the carrion flesh of humanity feed.

And I shall pray to God and I shall be cleansed,
for my act of giving my flesh,
that cuts my soul like wire mesh,
its the forgivess from those wives,
revenge for ruining their thankless lives.





Part II.


They were rounding up the girls,
who walked the streets,
under suspicion for the kills,
the law was taking cover from the chills,
spent up their spine.

I was placed in the 'room',
a single chair,a single mirror,a single light,
and then he stepped inside,
and I was bruised with the pain,
Of seeing him again.

He did not remember me,
my name changed,so many times,
my life,cast shadows,on so many lies,
till the present truth,
I had waited for since my youth.

I used my charm,I played into his hands,
I burnt in the fire seven times,
when I saw his wedding band,
Promised to meet,
when he finished his beat,
at my restless room,
at my everyday tomb.

He arrived and I was ready,
the air thick with disgust,
and when he asked me to do my work,
I told him a tale,
distant memory of a gale,
lives destroyed...man's game,
that had made me what I am,today,the shame!

He begged forgiveness,he cried a little,
he wanted to be with mother,
I told him,yes,it was time,
that's what I've dreamt,
to see you too together.

I walked out..the street,
for the first time in life,
I noticed the world sweet,
few tears now flowed,dry flood,
as I left him,painted in his blood.

Out on the ledge,of the bridge secluded,
I jumped into the arms of my mother,
A life...beaten..bloodied...avenged...and concluded.