Stolen

It lurks in my mind
Swimming in the greyness
I lay broken as it thrives
A bone is all of me now
dead
The childhood memories
Bashed turned into gross obscene
The swollen corpse floating in the
Bowel of what is left
It's cold here
The dreams telescopic eyes pierce into the
Charnel-house
Where I fell
Slowly I turn
Become a human roast
The hairy thing is coming again
The degrading scent lingering in my nostrils
It never left
The ogre
Bringing with it an icy chill
It swallows the space in the cavern
Filling it with cruel memories
Despair is what it lives off
It's a germ
Choosing you
Changing you
Making you evil

It found me.