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Crimson Dream

I turn my head away from you
As you finish what you've paid to do
No passion, no love, no pleasure felt
As you zip your trousers and buckle your belt

Ten, twenty or thirty pounds a time
The money's alright but I don't like the crime
Night after night doing a turn
I just think about the money I need to earn

I'm saving up to leave this place
So I don't have to look at another blank face
I'll be free from this world where I exist
But there'll be more to replace me so I won't be missed

Blokes going on about their lives
No love or affection from their wives
They just want my body they're all the same
Most of them don't even ask my name

Time merges all the years together
It feels like I've been doing this forever
My hopes and aspirations they all lay in tatters
I'm an empty vessel now nothing matters

The harsh reality of another day
And this game no longer I want to play
I draw the knife and begin to scream
As I slowly drift off into my crimson dream

© A S May 1987

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