Vicious are the ties that bind you to me,
Thorned leathers, how they dig in our skin,
Writhe under its unwithered grip and see,
The dark that binds us in our damning sin.
Malicious are the words screamed in our halls,
As two wolves let loose their impotent rage,
Cry the tears spawned as bleak sadness falls,
The ties loosened but never disengaged.
Seditious are the fists that fall upon my chest,
Marked with love and hate again renewed,
Violent does your heart beat within your breast,
Our love is blood and black passion imbued.