The Angel Holds A Crack Pipe

The angel holds a crack pipe,
the demon laughs in vain.
An earthly pimp sells off his filth,
and sickly human pain.

A flower infested with puss and grime,
a festival of V.D. sores,
tonight, a scummy piece of man
enters, naked, and slams the door.

Tied so tight, her wrists are bruised,
the welts show on her skin.
A crimson lake beside her head.
Sweet innocence, where have you been?

Silent darkness, take to flight,
your free now from that pain,
a split neck freedom lain on sheets
forever filled with hatreds stain...