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Danger Man Lonely
Hand on the trigger
He treats danger like a friend
A man full of meddlesome disposition
Interested in the lowest streets
Where the scum threaten and thrive
Where one can—
fucking feel alive

Handsome devil

Devilishly handsome

Strange attraction follows him
Like moths to the fire
And like the fire, they burn
as soon as they graze him

Damp darkened alleyways
Feet like clockwork
One foot and another
In time—
Dancing like demented jazz
Swing and sway
Decay into the dirt and grime
pressed against the skin

He breathes
Chest caving in
Inhale
Smoke
Burning the esophagus
Take the edge off
And weep
as a man should

© SteelBlue