Short Memories

Darkness May Come

Run, run away they tell me, run as fast as you can. Like a bullet.
Do I listen? No actually. I say there's no point.
My life consists of running, just running. I don't understand
The concept of relaxing, sleeping, dreaming.
Nothing to me. Never had any of those things.
Childhood? So pure, happy, and great? Never had one.
For the memories I remember, terrify.
Give off nightmares for the young.
What are these things you humans speak of?
Happiness?
Laughing?
Friends?
Family?
I know nothing of it. For I never experience none.
For I live a way of if your not fast enough then so be it.
Life or death.
I think of living. Do what it takes to stay alive.
It's hard. Many have die, many that i've known, but it's normal.
Death to me is nothing but a thing that happens.
Reality is what it is.
For you humans confuse me of your ways.
Love? What is that?
Will it help me stay alive? Get me killed? For I don't care.
No willing in any of those nonsense things.
Such a waste.
May I say for what I remember, hits, bruises, blood, ripped limbs, open skulls, gun wounds, scars.
That I do know, for I experience some.
For I am a survivor, lived for so long.
I stood alive, for I consist my life of just running.
I just kept running. Hiding did nothing for they found.
For they lurk in the corners, cold.
Scary.
Am I afraid? No,
Was I ever afraid? Yes.
For I still run from the same thing, for I, still live.
For I know what it is.
There is no point though.
For I am one of them.
For I was born one of them.
For I belong to them myself.
For I spit what seems to be what they drip.
I drip the same. The same color. The same feeling. The same craving. The same desire. The same dream.
For I am one fully.
So why run? Why fear? Why hide? When really I've been doing it to myself.
For I am.
May they come.
For one day you humans will become one too.