With our fists raised
We are at war
We collide with passion
We dance on bloodied soil
Words reduced to instrumental screams
Wisdom silenced in our enmity
Woven together, flesh in flesh
Wild spirits chained to bed pillars
Wandering hands in the absence of light
Waves of tension slowly tamed
Winsome hearts, clashing ribcages
Warm bodies, salivating fangs
Wicked schemes brought to shame
Worldly matters forgotten behind doors
We are the definition of madness..
Watch him tear me apart.
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