In the eys of a Gigolo

Hidden messages in my sentences, messages I dare not expose. Cries for help I can not hide. I want to be.... But my life is not free. My life is up for grabs the highest bitter will have her way with me tonight. My lonely cries in the night is mine to hide. How could this be, this is not the life for me. Love I will never see, I dare not. Love will never be mine to conquer? This is my business this is what I do and I do it well, even when my soul is a shallow hell.