Bleeding Lady

You’re bleeding through

your head and hands,

your pale white skin means it’s a plan

To work the freakshow

booths amongst the damned

Bleeding lady of the freakshow,

they gasp at how your blood does flow

The end is soon your deathly pallor shows

You’re crying blood your tear-stained face,

they stare at you, you’re left no grace

No dignity, respect to save face

A living corpse in the booth sits,

you even shut up drunken gits

The blood from you does drip

A haemophiliac each night,

a freakshow star, give them a fright

You’re called the vampire of the night

You sit inside your crimson cloak,

inside your heart, your heart is broke

The tears of utter anguish choke

By a plastic candlestick

they marvel how you look so sick

You’d like a dagger in their backs to stick

One day soon it will all cease,

your illness it will increase

Then your suffering it will cease