Wake up in the mornin´ to my alarm clock ringin´ Go downstairs two lines of coke. The eyes widen and my brain stings, but one more moment and it´s gone. The bitch keeps screaming, so I gas her some more.
The low moans gradually fade to silence and asleep falls the whore. 2am and I´m down there again, stroking her gently while she´s tied to the bed.
She´s growing thinner; I haven´t fed her for weeks, The only liquid she gets is too salty for hydration.
She died last night, while in my arms, I know she loved me, but she just didn´t know.
I´ll take the .45 and stick it in my mouth, Aim for the north but I´ll be headed down south.