Untitled (poem)

It starts the same, she lays bare skin against the snow
Watching snowflakes glitter in the darkest corners of her mind
She's on that artificial high, talking crack cocaine and blow

She's been praying to deities, preaching god then blowing men
Acting like she's forgotten what real love should feel like
Fucking faceless men, abusing desperate women again and again

She's on her knees in prayer, asking for something more
But then she's lost knee deep in mindless sex games
Left empty, alone and wondering why the hell she did that for

It's like she's living the sex dream, that 50 shades of grey
But when the lights are out, and the audience has gone
Her eyes are rivers, the pain so strong, it won't waste away

You see, sex has turned into her own form of numbing cream
A mix of sensations and explosions to forget the world
Nothing worse than an empty bed, and such vivid dreams

She's a bundle of nothing now, sex has left her just flesh and bones
Instead of a way out, it's become a cage of regret and semen
But she ignores it, hoping this time her demons are silenced in moans