My monster in black.
Sometimes it gets lonely. Sometimes I don't need friends. My monster in black is my one and only. Curled around me. My wound, He amends. They make home feel a bit more. homely.. Wrapped in their cold embrace, playing pretend. Sometimes it does get lonely Sometimes our illusions we'll befriend. Anything to feel comfort. for a one and only. My monster in black. my one and only. I'll dream, he'll defend.
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