It’s all coming back, you understand? I don't like it! - SCP Foundation

Can we ever begin to remember

The thought of what we've been forced to forget?

What had happened before that November?

Our memories now like a silhouette

This world, frozen like a twisted vignette

Alone we have become, mindless and scared

Our brains and their thoughts, forever impaired.

The source of all our pain traced back to it

That terrifying and massive sea beast

Its origin first written in Sanskrit.

The ancient eel once thought to be deceased

Has returned today for a final feast.

The creature's fury felt around the world

As its massive body slowly uncurled.

Little by little and day after day

It excreted that substance from each pore

As we sat ignorant, ourselves astray,

It observed us deep from the ocean floor

While its deadly excretions washed ashore.

And on that fabled eve, the thirty-first

Its forgetfulness spread, leaving us cursed.

It had arrived, we had not suspected

In costume, we stood, out there on the street

We forgot who we were, now affected

The eel's power had spread, far from discrete.

And so we were there, standing in defeat

Not any clue of what we had lost to

All we knew was what we saw in our view

We knew naught of our pasts, but what we wore.

Demons, goblins, and monsters in costume.

Out of fear, into each other, we tore.

No hope of memories we could exhume

Chaos ensuing, a nation of gloom.

We were torn apart by our lack of thought

A deadly costumed Halloween onslaught.

Soon the night came and darkness made it worse

Primal urges taking over our minds

Here we were, alone in the universe

Our population had passed, folks of all kinds

So the great reign had passed, that of mankind's.

Now reduced to mindless and costumed freaks

Though we would be gone in the coming weeks.

As the dust settled, we became silent.

The fear we held for ourselves had died down

And our population, once violent

Felt the waters of doom in which they'd drown,

With the coming emptiness of each town.

As before, the world has taken over,

That eel's excretion and its once-over.

And on November first, when the day broke,

When we tried to remember who we were

The remaining survivors who awoke

Felt our extinction go by in a blur

Shouting our fears, which we did not prefer

All trying to think, not wanting to go,

"No no no no no no no no no no."