BOUND BY THE VOID WITHIN

Pour the black, pour the red,

For love ain’t always soft in bed—

Sometimes it crawls from ruin’s den…

Bound by the void within.

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There was a man made out of hammer-blows and hard-drawn breath,

A walking end to arguments, a promise dressed as death.

He didn’t keep a prayer on tongue, didn’t keep a friend in sight—

Just violence like a second skin and silence like a rite.

His heart was boarded up with iron, his mercy drowned at birth,

He carried old wars in his ribs like splinters in the earth.

When tavern lamps went gutter-low, men gave him room to pass,

Because fear’s a kind of courtesy… and fear knew him at last.

He’d been a blade so long, lads, he forgot what hands are for—

Forgot what warmth feels like to hold instead of crush and gore.

He lived by simple scripture, carved deep as any sin:

The world takes what it wants from you—so take it back again.

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Oh, bound by the void within,

Two monsters taught their hearts to live—

Not holy, not clean, not tame, not thin,

But real as blood beneath the skin.

Raise your cups, let the night begin—

They found a light in the void within.

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Then one night the wind went strange, like thunder holding still,

And smoke curled into shapes that looked like hunger learning will.

The candles leaned away from her, the shadows hugged the wall,

And every drunkard in the room felt something ancient crawl.

She walked in like temptation wears a crown it didn’t earn—

Eyes like embered velvet, lips like promises that burn.

They whispered succubus like poison, like a charm, like a knife,

A monster made of wicked want that feeds on stolen life.

Men stared like starving dogs do, half prayer and half desire,

Already dreaming pretty deaths inside her gaze of fire.

And she smiled that practiced smile, the kind that says, you’re meat,

Then saw the brutal man—

and felt the room forget to breathe.

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He didn’t lunge, didn’t leer, didn’t flinch, didn’t fall—

He watched her like a cliff watches a wave that plans to crawl.

No hunger in his eyes, no pleading in his stare—

Just something colder than a vow, and heavy as despair.

She’d seen a thousand men break open, seen them beg without a sound,

Seen courage melt to honey when her footsteps touched the ground.

But this one sat like winter, like a grave that wouldn’t sing—

And for the first time in her long life… she wanted something real to cling.

She came to take, as always—

It’s what the world demanded.

He came to break, as always—

It’s how his hands were branded.

But when her shadow touched his, when their silence met and stayed,

Something in that void between them changed the rules the dark had made.

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Oh, bound by the void within,

Two monsters taught their hearts to live—

Not holy, not clean, not tame, not thin,

But real as blood beneath the skin.

Raise your cups, let the night begin—

They found a light in the void within.

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She spoke like silk over steel: “You’re not afraid of me.”

He answered like a dull drumbeat: “Fear don’t live in me.”

She laughed—sharp, small—then softer, like a secret turning kind:

“Then what does live in you, brute?”

He said, “A void. A mind.”

She knew that emptiness, lads—she wore it like perfume,

A hollow dressed in velvet, a hunger in a room.

They call her evil, call her poison, call her sin made skin—

But no one asked what made a soul so starved it drinks to live.

He knew that loneliness too—

Not the lonely of the sweet,

But the lonely of a weapon left to rust and rot in heat.

A life with only violence is a song with just one note,

And every night he sang it… till she stepped into his throat.

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They circled like two storms do, testing wind and pressure first,

Her smile all practiced sweetness, his patience like a curse.

She brushed his wrist—just lightly—expecting heat, expecting need,

But his hand stayed steady as a mast in angry sea.

“Take me,” she half-teased him, “if you’ve got the strength to try.”

He leaned in close enough to make the lanterns feel the sky.

And what he said weren’t lustful words, nor holy vows to keep—

He said, “I don’t want your body.

I want what makes you weep.”

That struck her like a cannon, like a bell beneath the ribs—

Because men always wanted pleasure, never wanted truth from lips.

And for a beat she looked… young, in a way that hurt to see—

Like something broken remembering what hope was meant to be.

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Oh, bound by the void within,

Two monsters taught their hearts to live—

Not holy, not clean, not tame, not thin,

But real as blood beneath the skin.

Raise your cups, let the night begin—

They found a light in the void within.

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So listen close, you judging fools, with saints upon your tongue—

You think a monster chooses claws the way a song is sung.

Some are forged in beating rain, some are built from being used,

Some are born with hunger chains that never get unloosed.

But when two broken creatures meet and neither turns to run,

The dark can learn a different trick:

To warm itself like sun.

They left the tavern quiet, not with shame but something new,

The moon hung like a coin above a street slick-black with dew.

She walked beside his shadow, he walked beside her grin—

And both felt, for the first time… less alone in what they’d been.

She taught him gentler powers—how to breathe when rage arrives,

How to hold back just one heartbeat and still stay alive.

He taught her honest safety—

Not the kind that buys your kiss,

But the kind that stands between you and the world’s delighted fists.

And when the night turned hungry, when old instincts rose like tide,

He didn’t treat her like a prize, and she didn’t feed on pride.

They chose each other sober—

That’s the miracle, my friend:

To want with all your darkness…

and still not let it end.

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Oh, bound by the void within,

Two monsters taught their hearts to live—

Not holy, not clean, not tame, not thin,

But real as blood beneath the skin.

So raise your cups, let the night begin—

They found a light in the void within.

So if you meet a beast one night, and if you meet a fiend,

Remember: evil’s often just a wound no one has seen.

And love ain’t always roses—sometimes it’s teeth and grin…

But it’s still love, lads—

When you’re bound by the void within.