Yesterday's victim

My eyes are not a mirror of the soul
I know how to conceal all of my tears.
I felt the pain, it's useless for console
But now I'm stronger and I have no fears.

What do you think about price of body?
It's masterpiece, it's not a worthless stuff.
But what about soul, how much is it, my noddy?
Oh sorry I forgot your name. Is it enough

To get a couple of a thousand for the night?
To permit body go for very little?
I see, my master, that you're so excite
When you can see my body, it is brittle.

You know, I'm good hand at pretending.
It's not so difficult to play some different roles
So now I see you wait the greatest ending.
What do you think about deadly force?

I feel desire only when I image
How wonderful to stab you in the back.
It's brutally and probably I'm savage,
But soul of yesterday's victim is so black.

It's terrible to feel what I have felt
But now I have a right to judge you, dastard!
I dreaming that I tighten up the belt
On your nasty neck, deceitful bastard!