Redlight District For The Broken Poem by Twilighter dazzzler

8 inch heels come marching in
Too please a shadow dirty lurker in Berlin
Staring, sweating barley caring
Slowly break her in

Boys and broken souls in the redlight district
She'll give it up If you pay up
Shes waiting for you
Watch broken shapes spin round a pole
In the redlight district
Boys and broken souls

She runs away into your pocket
Wearing fake-eye lashes put hiding her heart shaped locket
Crawling towards you on her bruises
Flash, flash, flash, magic
Kind of makes me think
Tragic

Can you handle it sir,
Ive got something for you
I can take you to the clouds
But i cant come to
I'll stand in that redlight but im still black on the inside
Look at my hands
Ive nothing to hold
But thats not where your looking
At least you know wear to stand