Monster
Burning, always burning.
Desire, always yearning
Pain always stinging
Voices in my head singing
The dark pleasure of light
Always near, ready to butcher me
The sick lust of night
Where Judgment is the entity
In the darkness I am safe
From the light that I crave
I cannot run, only hide
With fear by my side
From the monster I have become
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