Boy who howls at the moon

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there's a lost boy who creeps in my heart

something holds me close to him

it's a chain I cannot escape

he holds me prisoner of lust-


the boy who howls at the moon

like a monster he cuts me deep with his claws

and buried it's teeth into my flesh-

now I became him-


the girl who howls at the moon

running in the wild

when the full moon is high

we dance in the night

but as soon as the sun appears-

he is gone with the first light

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