I dream again...for better or for worse I cannot say.
Standing still I awake from a dream? Or a nightmare?
I am naked in the dark, and terrified at what little I can see. Corpses are strewn about like small dolls left to rot in the moonlight. Slowly the sun rises and all can be revealed. I see myself standing in a small field and still the corpses are all around me. The feeling of dread is still strong within me and for some odd reason I cannot shake it off. It clings to me like so much filth stuck to a wallowing pig. The stench of decay and rot hangs heavy in the air. I slowly try to make my way through the field. Gingerly trying not to step on any of the corpses. When I hear a voice coming from the ground around me. A whisper at first then loader it grows. Saying the same thing over and over again. "Why did you not help us? Why did you run away? We loved you, and would have understood." I scream and begin running away, and the voices chase me down. I fall, and then I awake. Still I cannot seem to shake off that feeling of dread and guilt. Why did I run? I may never know the answer to this question. I hope that I never come to that crossroad in this lifetime of mine. I fear it now more than ever...
I am naked in the dark, and terrified at what little I can see. Corpses are strewn about like small dolls left to rot in the moonlight. Slowly the sun rises and all can be revealed. I see myself standing in a small field and still the corpses are all around me. The feeling of dread is still strong within me and for some odd reason I cannot shake it off. It clings to me like so much filth stuck to a wallowing pig. The stench of decay and rot hangs heavy in the air. I slowly try to make my way through the field. Gingerly trying not to step on any of the corpses. When I hear a voice coming from the ground around me. A whisper at first then loader it grows. Saying the same thing over and over again. "Why did you not help us? Why did you run away? We loved you, and would have understood." I scream and begin running away, and the voices chase me down. I fall, and then I awake. Still I cannot seem to shake off that feeling of dread and guilt. Why did I run? I may never know the answer to this question. I hope that I never come to that crossroad in this lifetime of mine. I fear it now more than ever...