It's filthy but you want it; forbidden but you love it
You fear what you desire; shun what stokes your fire.
We all see the cracks; the gun behind your back
The thrill is in the shadows; relief is in the gallows.
Step now into a darkened corner, where the seams of illusion are ripped by the prick of reality.
You may wince as the rawness penetrates — yes it burns, but the wholeness you feel is cathartic.