Empty corners full of dark,
Strange faces come to see
a girl with a brand new spark.
Oh, God, do they see me?
Shiny Ferrari takes me in,
Disgusting brown eyes look at me.
They’re looking to commit a pleasurable sin,
But I’m just looking for a place to be.
Unfamiliar areas we pass,
We step into carpeted floor.
He sweats to squeeze my ass
And when he’s done, I take the money and hit the door.
And before I think my life all along has been a joke,
I light myself into happiness made of smoke.
David Villarreal is originally from Monterrey, Nuevo Leon in Mexico. He is a 19-year-old aspiring writer.