The thrilling danger,
adrenaline.
Like trespassing,
It's a thirst for forbidden plays.
Fleeing from nothing but my imagination,
I'm running downhill.
During the darkest hour.
With a gory knife
In my pocket.
I've stabbed the world,
Grinning to an outlawed intoxication.
And in the flow of fictious blood,
I drank down the devil's drug.
