she lives with low rent daydreams on
no-name back streets dirty sidewalks
made from quicksand concrete
there’s no yellow brick road
in this city like a desert without an
oasis
hope a disease that breeds in places
where god wouldn’t go
in the air there’s a stench the smell of
desperation
and lies are stamped with a date of
expiration
the devil’s grip on their souls
night crashes down with the sound of a
train wreck
she’s on the prowl for love and
everyone’s a suspect
but they just leave her cold
she cries with a sound that no one hears
her eyes lost in their voice
now she can’t speak with tears she
wonders about life
on the other side of the mirror
kneels down for one more unanswered
prayer but there’s no one listening out
there
and she bleeds
she bleeds for brooklyn she’s
hemorrhaging lies and alibis she bleeds
she bleeds for brooklyn
break free persephone
brooklyn left the front porch light on
She Bleeds for Brooklyn
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