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I love the monsters in fairy tales, they make dancers of their darkest thoughts and desires
I only dream to dwell so comfortably in the dark and make friends and lovers of my demons
They tantrum a storm and drench it in blood for those that they love in return
To hell with happily ever afters, let’s rival the chaos and beat down hell’s door
Dwindle nothing, they tell me, let the fire that burns inside out and kiss all the outcasts good morning
For the dark is for monsters and I love the night.








