There seems to be something powerful, something awe provoking in being able to burst onto a stage, wearing nothing but your fearlessness. To sleep next to the devil every night and be not afraid. To become the hell that contains him. To have hellfire for your heart. To let it fuel you. This is the allure of the stripper. Little sparks of hellfire blazing stages.
“Like the coldest winter will
Heaven beside you, hell within
And you think you have it still, heaven inside you”
-Alice in Chains
