Moaning 4 price????

she wakes up eachday
she cries she has nothing to say
she washes her body with it her dream
that come with every man she meets..
her heart it bleeds..but dhe yet looks fresh n fair...
the society puts her on the blackslist n offers nothing but a crude stare....
as she walks to the room...
she remembers her childhood
her village,her house...
that was all burnt out... in a storm
after wich she saw no dawn
her uncle brought her up
by selling of his things ..
one day she was one of those things..
they carried her away into a new world
where lust,pleasure,money,brutality..lived
she began to identify herself with it ..all these monsterous things

her dreams all shattered
her love did n never came
she yet dreams along with lifes game
she then puts on her mask..lipstick,kajal,n mascara
shez ready for the day...
Does anyone see her pain ?
her as she yet walks upto an oldage home?
her as she feeds an orphan ...yet being all alone

shes now this machine..wid nill emotions..or mayb alot..
shes a ruthless chaterecter with a beating heart
she lives her system on the system of barter
each moment keeps on getting harder
numbness abandons her
sleep envolopes her..
pleasure wud b death
threat wud me no money
does anyone love me? she asks everybody

i mite rite abt her and forget
she goes on..numb to these box of regrets