The Sleeze

[Pyxx]

The Sleaze: Second Draft

I fall into the sleaze,
ever stumbling to be free.
A painted doll looking for a fix;
my life turns tricks.

I am tethered to false kings,
just a dog on a lead;
I lap up discarded offerings.
A kind hand,
for a bent knee.
I am ever so sweetly cheap,
a cigarette;
cast onto hooker wreathed streets.
 
 A black sky bends forever,
 I'm an obsidian stare.
 With head nestled in a gutter,
 the world looks nice from down here.

The Sleeze. First Draft.

I fall into the sleeze,

 ever stumbling to be free,
 like an addict on a corner;
 looking for a fix,
 for a cease to the pain,
 to rest in peace.
 
 I am tethered to false kings,
 just a dog on a lead;
 I lap up eviscerated offerings.
 A kind hand,
 for a bent knee.
 I am ever so sweetly cheap,
 like a cigarette butt;
 cast onto hooker wreathed streets.
 
 A black sky bends forever,
 I'm a starry eyed stare.
 With head nestled in a gutter,
 the world looks nice from down here.