Darkness doesn’t show up all at once.

It creeps in when the fire goes out.

When the music fades.

When the crowd leaves.

When the old sins finally catch up and tap you on the shoulder.

I don’t run from it anymore.

I just keep driving.

Because I’ve got the devil in my rearview —

and he hates being left behind.

I flirt with danger like it’s family.

Like it grew up eating at my table.

Like it knows my middle name and my worst memories.

I’ve been wild since birth.

Not reckless — wild.

There’s a difference.

Reckless people destroy things.

Wild people survive things.

I was never meant to be soft.

I was built to keep moving

while the darkness tries to grab my ankles.

Some of you think peace means no demons.

Nah.

Peace is when your demons

are small enough in the mirror

that you can smile at them and keep going.

I’ve made mistakes.

I’ve kissed the wrong mouths.

I’ve trusted the wrong hearts.

I’ve walked into fire more than once just to see if it would finally finish me.

It didn’t.

It just taught me how to burn brighter.

So yeah…

darkness grows where fire dies.

But my fire hasn’t died.

And the devil?

He’s just watching me disappear

one mile at a time.

Saint Dirty Face™ 

Stay Dirty. Stay Wild.