Becoming the Living Dead

This is what I have become,
A body to be used and thrown away.
They all want something:
My soul, my money, my cigarettes, my connections.
The girls want my life.
Drugs, sex, and rock 'n roll.

What a fucking joke.
They all take pieces of my soul and plant them on the streets.
Pretty, white lilies growing out of the asphalt.
They get run over by soccer-moms driving SUVs.
I'm never gonna make it out of here alive.
I've been chained to the streetlights.

The living dead bite and claw at me.
They turn me into one of them.
A soul-sucking monster.
Living off of the hearts I break,
The lives I take.
A whore with a poet's mind.

The gutter kids pull me in.
Call me beautiful and golden.
Treat me like some fucking princess.
Then, they degrade me.
Beat my ass and turn me into a clone.
I become one of them.