White Trash City Walls

A carnival in winter scraped along the ragged streets, Pursued by ghosts in snowstorms howling down the avenues; And in that bright atomic midnight where the blood and neon meet A host of demon angels hung their heads and sang the blues. Unseen, a semi-conscious temptress knelt upon the paving slabs, Her drink was spiked with Rohypnol to force an easy lay, As the blood ran from her kneecaps all the passing taxi cabs Ignored her plight as best they could because she couldn't pay. The artefacts of brutal rape spilled on the alley floor, The sky had turned a sickly shade like bruising on a cheek; With money paid the choices made can sometimes lead to more, With HIV to accompany all the fun you had this week. All the songs she heard in dying were the hymns of destiny And a love that once was close proclaimed of how December falls, In a finger gag of muffled screams the pretty girls sang harmony, The graffiti stains of broken dreams hit the white trash city walls.