She remembered a visit she had once made to some dark reflective cities-- the chilling wind, the overpopulated sidewalks crawling and overlooking or drowning in blind and the oblivious like the slowing hearts in the basements taking ****** screams out to the deaf ears, the raw noises, the dying streets.

She remembered the ****** slices, the dripping crimson, the unpleasant pain each day. She remembered the distressful dragging of the blades and the revolting scent of the bodies placed on the road. She remembered the screeching sounds and the heart-wrenching cries that drift hundreds of miles with no triumph but the disappointing disappearance of sound-- no pause in dolefulness, no thoughts, no life.