VIRGIN TO A WHORE
VIRGIN TO A WHORE
by
Mukta
She turns to no shore
But burns in fire
Everything turns into ashes,
Her every wish, every desire.
Her heartless soul still lives,
But burning away all the more,
The sun rises from the west,
As the virgin turns into a whore
Its an eternal low tide,
The sea is away to meet,
The shore on the otherside
Kissing a different her’s feet
Never again will the tide be high
On this shore at her sideby,
And so she burns away
As with the fire does she stay.
She turns to no shore
But burns in fire
Everything turns into ashes,
Her every wish, every desire.
Her heartless soul still lives,
But burning away all the more,
The sun rises from the west,
As the virgin turns into a whore
composed by
muka
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