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.

paceful
in going to sleep with the certainity of not waking up
in the morning
when the conciuos slowlly makes its apperance
there is a crashing pain in the soul
in the knowlede of being alive.

What can one do
when the bones can´t stand the weight
of the body
of the mind
of the heart
and they hurt
like when you where a child
growing.

But we are growing, aren´t we?

You open your eyes
or maybe not
And you can only ask
Why?
Wasn’t it enough?