Through a door
Into a exit
you  meet her
On the way out
Around empty spaces
Leaving ***** pictures
      in your mind
She could be from anywhere
Maybe space....
Whose to Know
     with all her aliases
Left to fill her empty heart
Her face may not be the same
      just her insides
On to a seaside hotel
      framed in a bygone era
Into her room of residence
A room that will never see the past light
       of the broken neon
Just a closet full of clothes
Bottles are the decoration
Empty or full
They have there place
         among the overflowing ashtrays
Drink  is her lover
You are just a guest
          along with the dancing roaches
While they spit in your face
You think your the boss here
But she calls the shots
Love is her hate
        while lust is your mission
Self destruction is her trip
Yet you play along
As your race  becomes skiz
Choosing lust and her hate
         over real love
Life is dead here
Free your soul
God is dead
**** the world
You ******* fool
Ya
Look at your face
     in her ***** mirrors
Called eyes
It's the same
The same as hers
And now
It’s time

       You gonna **** that *****???