siddhartha19

Her call rings all over the streets of sin, Echoing seduction and carnal greeds, Trespassing on the grounds of morals thin, Offering earthen bliss by earthen deeds, Curious young lads and gentlemen groomed, Struck by whims of lust and her beckoning, With their conscience dead and innocence doomed, Drown lifelong self worth in moment's sinning, Her embrace of fake love and false passion, And the cadenza of her falling breath, Perfected by routine and profession, Conceives demons off innocence's death, A harlot by deed, yet noble by heart, Burdened by sin's blame, while sinners depart.