After dark when the sun falls and the sky rises
the ghosts come out for a night full of prizes.
A slippery eel calling itself Nyx
swims around in the river Styx.
After hours in my mothers bed,
which no longer holds her lonely head,
I invite someone in for a spin in the dark.
Getting money, that fickle muse, is not a walk in the park
But with this body I can do what I please
I only pray I don't get herpes
from one of these weird men in me.
One day I'll have enough money to be free
from this opression.
I can feel myself sinking into depression.
I don't appreciate being labled as a whore
I'm only trying to give myself more
days, it's more for my son than
for me. I can invite in another man
if it means he'll have a future
to call his own.