They came for us.
Mangled distortions
warped and corrupted
from the hidden corners
of our psyche.

We were only children.
Small eyes gazing
fingers grasping
the mountains and forests
we could not see.

It watched from the darkness.
Too vast to comprehend
to hold its form
shifting endlessly
in our thoughts.

We hid our faces.
Shrouded in memories
long since turned away
from what we shared
spoken aloud.

Nowhere was safe.
So we ran from what
we could not accept
towards the shadows
that we consumed.

Who are we, truly?
I saw oblivion
in your eyes, rotting
flesh I did not want
to become.

So I let go.