• In the darkness,
    there lives someone,
    something.

    There are an unfortunate few who find it,
    and an even more unfortunate few who survive it.

    I found it.

    I ran.

    I was completely disoriented,
    I didn't know where I was,
    yet my surroundings were completely familiar.

    In my ponderous state I've stopped,
    For to long,
    as the texture less ground shakes,
    I stay there, motionless.

    I realize that it has not come for me,
    but rather that I have come for it,
    acknowledging my will to live,
    I wipe the blood from my face,

    and run.

    That's when I realized it,
    that the only way to get past it was to force it,
    that the only way to begin is to taste the end,
    that there is,
    darkness