Knock, Knock...
As I open the door, I am abruptly met.
If I would've known, I wouldn't have answered.
However, it exists none-the-less.

In it's gaze I am transfixed.
Ensared like prey in it's grip.
If I could've run, that surely the time I'm certain.
Yet, it was just as it was.

Consumed beyond all coherant ability.
Incognizant and paralyzed I stood.
I should've done more...
Yet it remained all the same.

Would've. Could've. Should've.
It is as it is.

OR IS IT?