Debauched nights, destruction waning.
There is a twisted pull to the underbelly.
Chaos is sexy, like silk stockings and
Bonnie and Clyde.
I can smell it a mile away,
like a dog in heat.
It draws me from the
safety of my sweet calm life.
There is an existence beyond
the bridge, but it's boring and soulless.
I want to murder the light and
the routine; dredge the
marrow from the bone.
Adrenaline rush will get you every time. There's always drama on the darker side of life, no respite at all. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
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There is an attraction to the darker side.