Beneath the habit are you pure?
like a mountains spring refreshing allure.
Do you seek soft, forbidden pleasures or the divine cure?
Blood on godforsaken streets reflecting flickering streetlights.
The vagrant dances in homeless insanity.
She runs down the cracked desolate sidewalk,
to find the death of innocence at the stop sign.
Streetwalker smiles at her with red ruby lips.
"well what do you want bitch, a kiss"
Now she has tasted the loss of innocence.
Stuart isalittlebroken Johns