A Whore & A Liar

I am a whore and a liar
I sell my soul for words of fire

To bathe in passion and call it art
But name it life when it falls apart

I dance in dreams of mystery
And drink from streams of misery

To hear the song of a fickle muse
That I deeply love and oft abuse

This siren sings from many a place
Wearing more than just one face

Whether it's me or he or you

It isn't art if it isn't true.
So I hide myself away
Except when the words come out to play

They take the world for their whole stage
They live for love, they thrive on rage

And use them all to their own ends
As if for my lies they'll make amends

From bits of soul and words of fire
Wrung from the heart of a whore and a liar.


©Sonja Torres 2001

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