With each click of my heel
These streets call to me
Stone echoes with every step
Memories seep into my flesh
A reckoning of time
Forgiving no strife
My life, the will of the fates
Beckoning me to him
His saving grace
Between my fingers
Empty taste on my lips
That elusive feeling
Tingling, naughty hooks
Hanging on a noose
I was used. I was abused
I rose up from the ashes
Burnt and forgotten
But these streets
Remembered my name.
Blood etched in the marble
I marvel at it’s structure
Painted like a memorial
Innocent but wrecked
Tasting my future in
Textured colored glass
Bad for the system
No resistance
Heels to his boots
These lights seen it all
A perfect little princess
Bright eyes in the night
But the Devil calls tonight
With Bourbon in his hand
These streets never rest
I gaze into him
A figher in the day
Nightly lovers
In darkness
But my eyes
Only go to him