I can feel him under my skin
Madness biting, clawing at my soul
Glinting ivory fangs
Splashing scarlet iron
Teary-eyed silver moon
The beast screams out for freedom
Free to run with the spirits through the night
Free to march with the demons through the streets
How can I continue to resist this side of me
When finally cutting loose fills me with ecstasy

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