Down where the velvet bodies lean Where every appetite looks clean The walls breathe low, the ceiling sweats The room remembers what you let A hundred smiles, a hundred eyes No one innocent, no disguise You bring your hunger through the floor And leave your shame outside the door Move with it. Breathe with it. Don’t pretend you came here pure. Welcome down Where the skin sings loud Where the lost get found In the hungry crowd No halo, no throne No empty control Just bodies that know How to swallow a soul There are rooms where grief is fed Not polished, buried, left for dead A kiss becomes a corridor A mouth becomes a metaphor Some enter laughing, some in tears Some bring the ache of many years And under all the neon red The starving learn they can be fed Pretty lights and dangerous jokes Candy drinks and velvet throats Someone dares and someone stays Someone melts in stranger ways Not every ending ends the same Not every hunger needs a name I saw a sinner start to glow When someone whispered, let it go No one is taken without choice. No one is mocked for wanting shelter. But don’t come boring. This room hates liars. Welcome down Where the skin sings loud Where the lost get found In the hungry crowd No halo, no throne No empty control Just bodies that know How to swallow a soul Welcome to the club, Darling.
