Exhaustion
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In this forsaken city I sighed with her

A girl I saw outside the glazed jacking club
Her arms strangled her legs in air
Two men torn her soul with the rip of a skirt
I stood there, heart on my sole, sweat in my palm
I prayed
I spoke
Too late

In that abandoned warehouse terror took place
Not the first time in this lovely decadent city
Girls are all living with men robbing their lives
And the office clerk with their troubled wives
To school boys and pin-ups in magazines
Or artists who succumb to popularity
In an empty state of fame
I am exhausted from it all
Tired of waiting
For a screening of bravery
A dose of magnitude
And that thing we call compassion
Strewn loose too minute to hold

Exhaustion comes and breathing takes strain
Rushing is playing and waiting is the game
Blindfolded radars hiding villains
Houses in debt due to drinking pleasures
Lust controlls, curse the reign
Yet no one stayed behind