It follows.

It follows anything with arms, with legs, with eyes, with a heartbeat.

It was a creature of terror and agony.

Much worse than your own hellish mind.

. It seeks those that are easy prey- or hard.

No one knows why and who it chases.

An experiment abandoned by its own creator.

A void of sadness and darkness.

It stalks through those twisted forests,

causing those with any sense of mind to try and flee.

Run! Run and don't look back!

It's too late. It spots you.

You hide and you fight, but it always ends up the same.

First, goes your legs, you can't escape.

Then, it's your arms, you can't fight.

Next, your eyes, you're succumbed to eternal darkness.

Finally, your heart, no longer could it break.

Your body is left behind.

It doesn't even use it for a single thing.

Why do you cry?

No monster should cry. You're a horrible beast.

You've slaughtered, you've tortured.

You don't have arms to hold,

No legs to chase a dream,

No eyes to see beauty,

And no heart to understand.

You're too far gone.

Being split apart by nothingness.

By a monster.