A creature has risen from the depths of my soul.
It groans of sickness; it’s darker than coal.
From whence it came blindly, at one time so peaceful,
Now it grows steadily like the creep of a shadow.
With each passing moment the more of me fades,
Consumed by the darkness like the end of a day.
No longer myself, I stand here converted
By innocent youth turned passions perverted.
by Garret Woo