The Grim

It haunt's me every night  
That Immature primal urge 
Ruined my night and for some time, My sight 
Unbeknown to all 
This broke down my sanity wall.  
  
Now different as a whole , a poorly lit soul 
innocence will quickly drain 
Prior excitement seems mundane 
You stole the light from my world 
I am a monster, I am him 
And now, You'll fear the grim

This poem is about: 
Me

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