like a parking lot whore
smoking crack behund the firedoor
humming songs through your broken teeth
of beaten cheeks on dirty floors
among rusty bicycles without locks
dripping mouths and swollen cocks
in silent sunsets without lights
of asphalt jungles & neon nights
it was in this mental hospital we did meet
among your medicine and the drugs you need
to stop your broken heart from knocking at the door
of the hidden entrance to the second floor
in that secret city where we never were before
where golden roses were covering your sheets
