All I can see are bones, whose, I have no idea. I feel them crunch under my feet. I walk and walk but I can find no way out. Then, drip...drip...drip, very slow and loud. It almost sends me off my feet. I follow the sound. It steadily becomes a dull roar. I find a waterfall, but its not made of water, it's made of blood, the blood. The blood of the bones. I walk on until I heared wailing. Normally I would have ran, but something about about this wailing drew me in. I found flesh, the flesh of those who shed thier blood and bones for me. Now I remembered. The pain I caused. The people I hurt. the things I did and there was no way they could fight back. No way they could gain justice. No way for me to attain for my sins.

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.