I read a poem recently by another author talking about the loss of innocence. It spoke to me and the following came out. As I read it for the first time it creeped me out. If it does the same to you I guess it's done its job

14 February, 2013 THE BEAST

Now I am become the beast
Ugly, misshapen, ravening
The object of my late night obsessions,
Delicious, hidden, forbidden longings
Striving to become reality
Like an ancient, decaying mummy
Pounding on his sarcophagus,
As he tries to escape his tomb.

Once I was but a boy,
Like every other boy in this world
Fearing little, untouched, uncorrupted
They taught me to fear the beast
To watch warily for his coming,
And told me the price I would forfeit
If I were captured unaware
Or worse, bade the beast welcome.

The beast never darkened my door
And as I grew older, I wondered.
As much as I feared the beast,
And hoped he would never come,
Boylike, curiosity aroused,
I simultaneously hoped beyond hope
To meet this terrible beast
And discover the what I must dread.

No need to worry, the beast came,
As comes the beast to some or maybe all.
What had not been told me
Was that the beast comes from within
Growing like a choking vine
Killing emotion, paralyzing thought
And slowly, gradually transforming boys
Into the very beast they had been taught to fear.

-Chip Bergeron