flirting with the lurid promises
of fortune and glory and passion and fame,
of lust and pride and greed and comfort.
i've followed them into the room
where i think no one will find me.
where i hope you're not watching.
where we live out our fantasies together
i've slept in the arms of so many lovers
but they've left me hollowed out,
a corpse and an empty casing tumbling in the wind.
i've cheated on you again and again.
in the red-light district of my soul.
by: Steven James in Story: Recapture the Mystery
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