Red lights bleed across the floor,
turning every shadow into a secret.
The night whispers *come closer,*
but every step feels like a warning.
Your name burns behind my teeth,
a thought I should never speak.
You are the spark beneath the silence,
the reason the darkness feels awake.
Don’t cross the line—
that’s what the signs keep saying.
But temptation has a cruel little voice,
and it knows exactly what I’m thinking.
So I stand beneath the crimson glow,
caught between *run* and *stay,*
while the city keeps flashing red—
as if even the night
knows we’re playing with fire.