Do you know that girl, whose life is ruined
She's numb to pain
Her future is uncertain
Beauty hidden and her caged element buried
Damelle would have preferred to be a stripper but her Godly mother has forbidden it
Telling her how hazy a call girl's future might be
She decided to try out dancing but was told she's too stiff-waisted to dance
She dreams of fairytale
Lives in allegory, one true , the other false
She lied about about her background, her squad found out and dumped her
She'd tear up all night wishing to turn back the hand of the clock
She likes and never gets liked
She strives but never accomplishes
She's dumb af
A dumb whore, says her inner mind
'what's in this world for me?'
What a final glimpse of the sky at the backyard, she slashes her throat
Falling with a defeated thud of lost future
Few days gone by without the slightest idea of her being gone, even at her death no one cares
Her mom returns from her usual journey of visiting her dad in paris
Only to discover that her only child is lost to this filthy universe
Where unrealized hopes lay for the unprepared
Where that girl ended up in despair
Where unfathomably, beings torture each other in quest for pleasure
Her mother wonders about in the ever-roomed house
Flipping the lights on, walking this and that stair
Entering each room in search of that girl
Fear grips her hard as a patio light flips itself on
'Momma!' 'Momma' 'Momma!' Echoes through the walls
"Damelle?!" "Is that you?"
She walks torpidly towards the patio
"Oh! It's only the tabre owa that splattered over, silly me"
Damelle must have gone out for a sleepover Fatia's
*she rings 'Melle* hoping for an excited-quick pick up
Ignorance meets her expectation
She dials Fatia's mom...
