Vicious Desire
In the night time,
we would walk
hand in hand with our fate,
the beats of music,
the sounds of crashing waves,
blending.
Our bodies start to move.
Reckless playing with fire
the game of burning desire.
The clock is ticking,
we are out of time.
Shall we fall in the sin
of never looking back?
The lines are blur.
Breaking dawn is crashing down
upon us.
But we don't stop
and we are caught of crime
of not caring what we lose.
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