She struts through the street light Stilletos and stockings leading her up to the sky, A strung up hero lays on the highrise, getting high Thinking about her first life, finally she got it right. Pulls of the wig, takes down her underwear, Makeup cleaned off but she still leaves her stilletos on. Walks over to the mirror, the stars and moon gone, Something she doesn’t want is still there. Half the past between dusk and da...