I feel it the adreniline within. the anger I've hidden and the sorrow of what I'm going to do if I let it out. I know my body wants to let go but its obviouse that it won't be able to handle the feeling. The lust of the pain to come. The blood running down my back as I let my rage overtake my scenses. The colors from my imagination as I bend back to bask in my passion. I finally look down and all i see is darkness. I stumble at the sheer number of shadows passing under me they slowlly consume my feet and as they do so I try to scream, but I'm drowned out as the dark tendrils fall into my mouth the slither through my body and consume me, and all I know as I open my eyes is that this was the nightmare of the dreams I never have.

                                                                                                                                               - prather dubois
                                                                                                                                      - me, myself,and I.