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Dark Pleasures

The darkness
An ache in places best left to the imagination
That decadence is the sin I live in
Places I try to hide from prying eyes
Holding my wrists tight
I give up the fight
Dirty pleasures done in the shadows
The demons always at my back
Their hollow eyes so bright watching me fall asunder
I give them a smile, rolling my eyes, letting them know I am happily going under
It is, after all, what they are after
The darkness I design is the spark that lights a fire
White wings singed black with the ashes of desire

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