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
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