We echo to ourselves
Where no answer came
No one person has so may eyes
We are who we are

We did not want to touch that monsters game

The picture strobes growing bright then fading away
We recall the feel of it
Wiry hair
Curious touches
Slow
Side to Side
Stop then start again
We recall the feel of it
We recall the feel of it
The picture strobes growing bright then fading away

We should be dead

We hide behind doors
Never alone
We hide from the monster

Who are we?

We saw black
We saw flickers of black

We are young
We hold the pain deep for us all