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a l e x a n d e r

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m c k o r m i c k

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he is the monster of the night.

all pain and nothing light.

terrified of his own sights,

howling in the dark,

mourning in the bright.

he wants to run, climb and bite

he wants the taste

of every wonderful thing he could find.

he can't help it,

these voices in his head.

he can't fight it,

no matter how much he prays.

he is the monster of the night,

all pain and nothing light...

voices in his head,

make him restless, angry, and tense.

they tell him to tear.

they tell him to feed.

he would rather turn his back on them,

but they make him weak in the knees.

they control him as they own him

but he's stubborn to set himself free

he fights.

they fight back.

in the end he wins.

but that win means nothing as,

he's also the one who sinks.

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