Taken,
Under a shining sun
I sit here quietly in the dark,
My hands behind me.
The light, I remember
Bright and powerful
It took me a moment
To realize they were here for me.
My memories are few
Hands grabbing, pulling me.
I found myself
Scared and shaky
Now, here, alone,
In a dark space
I wait for the unknown
The fear is real.
I take a deep breath
To settle myself
And memories
Come flooding to my brain.
My thoughts
Become clear, knowing
And I realize,
What have I done?
I remember now
Crimson splashes and piercing screams.
Was it me, the victim?
Or I, the murderer?