The bones of the past
They haunt me
The blood of the past
Spills over me like a waterfall
The sins of the past
Causes many tears

I had a dream one night
I was walking through a field of complete waste
Bones started coming out of the ground
Voices from these remains
Started shouting accusing me of such shame
As punishment I am to walk the land
Alone until the end of time

A stack of bone lies in the middle of the field
The skulls start their chanting of accusation
“You left me hungry”
“You did not cloth me”
“You left me out in the cold”
On and on the accusations came without end
Blood starts in the center of the stack and is forced outward
Before the blood reaches me I move on

The ghosts of my victims Float around me
Taunting me and shouting their curses
They throw their bones at me
I beg for forgiveness
However they give me none

I woke in a pool of sweat
Tears streaming from my face
“I am sorry “I shout
“I am sorry”

Their bones forever haunt me
Their blood seeps into my skin
Their voices constantly scream
I can run
I can not hide