I'm a prostitue of happiness It paid me a visit and moved on To someone better, Someone younger The sponge numbers that represent The amount of years I've spent On this world in this life Have obsorbed my former client And left a staining deposit Discolouring my mind Now there's a film Painted on my retina I see things with a sharpened acuteness A sharpness that can cut If I stare for to long And as the next lasceration Heals near a cicatrix It's hard to stop the chop and slice Friends and family apply aid But it's not enough I can't keep my eyes closed Blood seeps through layers of bandage I'm scared to look in the mirror To gaze at a reflection would cut too deep People show me photo's instead This only incites my jealousy For being a prostitute I envy The purity drenched dhild In the snapshot memory Relishing another brilliant frozen moment
