who cares for a whore ?

when ever i try
know i do so in order to die

last night i went to sleep
spinning like a mad man, tumbling down the worlds of imagination

strange worlds and women
they all are kinda alike
i seem to get around
get the odd kill here and there
but some are more frustrating then others

like the one where the pimp wanted to collect from his whore
for rent and service
she runs to her door, he is vaguely approching in the background
she cries, and i check,
there i am as broke as here
he comes near, she wipes her tears away
tries to stand tall while he burst out in anger
she can not deliver, and gets cut by his knive

what was i to do ?
standing behind the wall, i thought
thinking is not easy when you know someone gets hurt just around the corner
i make up my mind
my knive, the moon enchanted one
the edge, like the moon so sharp

i turn the corner, and he throws his bitch away
comes toward me with his jagged knive
more like a pocket saw
he sees the moon reflecting in my hand
and swings at me
cutting my left hand, the index finger

i was lost in the moment,
i fall apart when ever i hear girls cry
the asshole had to die
and so it should be
i cut his face, just above his right eye
then i stabbed him once or twice
depending on how one should count a good stab

after this was done i turned to the girl
the son of a bitch cut her right breast as if he was going to cut it off
i had to pull myself together
and put all i had in her
god knows this hardship

they looked down on me
you know damn well who
and said i was nuts to do this
waste my energy on a whore
well that are saints for you
they don't give a fuck about humans
nor aliens or outcasts like us
but i had to give her all i had
just to save her

who cares for a whore ?

you know that when i am there
they wil try to get to me
tempt me
they watch me all the time
call me only when shit hits the fan
and i will kill the things that hurt you