Life is a struggle between worlds.
There was the world of light. A warm comforting place found on mothers lap. Sitting at the dinner table, with the fire crackling in the background. Yet out side disease was spreading, causing innocence to blacken like the edge of a map consumed by flames, curling and dying while no one cared. It was that world that called to me. That world with a seduction that swayed like perfectly rounded hips under a dim red light. I heard it's sirens call and gulped down the liquid, allowing the haze to overwhelm me. We are called to be good, we want to be pure, but why cling to those notions when the world of darkness is so delicious.
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