In The Fog

I heard them calling my name,

Calling me from the shadows,

Lurking in the outskirts of my mind,

Where I have yet to wander.

They whispered through the fog,

One in particular drew me in,

Entwining me in it's fingers,

Molding me like clay.

Hello, it said

My name is regret,

Do you wish to remember,

Or do you wish to forget?

I tried to shut them out,

But the voices wouldn't cease,

They whispered awful, wonderful things,

Taunting me, drawing me near

When the fog cleared and I saw them standing there,

In shapes no human could ever take,

Regret, Fear, Hate, and Pain,

They consumed me even further.