Fishnets: Victim on a High

25 years of the same old routine,
Dirty, terrible, horrible things she has seen,
She isn't wanted on these streets anymore,
The young, pretty ones have taken the floor,

Her fishnets are ripped from some real rough nights,
Those men have stripped her of all her human rights,
She is a victim of a capitalist society,
There’s no one to help her with her sobriety,

When she was young, she was untouched by the poisons of the street,
One of the most beautiful girls you could ever meet,
She’s unrecognisable now; her veins catch your eye,
Her nose isn’t the same, that’s the price of getting high,

When she was first coerced into the career,
Danger was her drug and she loved the rush of fear,
She only does it now to fuel her addiction,
Making money for drugs is her only constriction,                                                                                                                       
At her age, she knows a saviour is out of sight,
Only men who won’t even see her in daylight,
She wanted children, but she’ll never have them now,
Even if she did it is something the government would never allow,

In the summer, she sometimes wakes up to the evening sun,
Its warmth helps her to forget everything she has done,
She is taken back to before her parents were dead,
But she still knows of the obstacles up ahead,

Overdose after overdose as she fights with her own mind,
Murdered parents creates a pure hatred of mankind,
She misses them and blames herself every day,
That’s why she trusted the first man who told her it was okay,

Her only crime was falling in love with a bad man,
Now in order to pay for her disease she does what she can,
She injects herself whenever she can find the money to pay,
She only ever sees darkness and she misses the light of day,

It’s a short walk back to the room she shares with a friend,
But it’s an even shorter walk to her forthcoming end,
She wonders if she even has anything left to give,
And she knows she has no reason left to live,