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Hell's Whore
Mortals are real but pictures lie
Unlike legends people die

In this realm where Demons dwell
Morality is fake and sex sells

Trust is lost
Hearts are bankrupt because love costs

Morbid and fragile are the minds
Drinking their blood as they dine

This soul is not my own
Wandering about looking for a home
I walk this hell all alone

Astral projection
I’ve lost all direction
I have no armor, no protection

This hell has become a bore
I want, I need, so much more
Broken down to the core
This pit has become such an eye sore
I want, I need, to know; I need, to be, so much more

But I am nothing but a whore
Giving myself away until I am no more