Rainbows of hurt
Walking the streets
(echoes of blood,
echoes of shame)
she’s got rainbows,
rainbows of hurt as her gains.
Lips that kissed too often,
eyes that drowned in flames,
she knows the rules,
she knows the game.
She’s got rainbows,
rainbows of hurt to her name.
There’s no turning back,
no turning back from the lies
or truths of fallen grace.
Walking the streets,
dreaming of silk on a bed of nails,
she’s got rainbows,
rainbows of hurt on her face.
(Dear virgin Mary,
dreaming of doing it, doing it,
doing it all to her son -
licking the nails,
riding the wood,
fucking for some peace of mind.)
She prays and she prays and she prays.
Walking the streets
(echoes of blood, echoes of shame)
she’s got rainbows,
rainbows of hurt for her pains.