I wake from a dream, the same dream I always have; I find myself inside an empty space dominated by pitch black.
A scuttle behind me -no in front-
I can\'t tell in this darkness; my senses are fouled and my whit seemingly nil.
Something grabs, stabs, scrapes;
I feel my skin tear on the arm then the leg then the back, my sense of touch has not gone as the wounds hemorrhage.
I scream and I run not knowing what lies ahead, the noise follows to mock; from scuttle to screech to caw to- gone.
There\'s a light ahead, I can see it pulse as I press on; my bare bloodied feet making a steady slap and squish on the floor not there.
A whoosh above and heat driven wind forces me down; welcoming the warm kiss from below I don\'t resist it.
I fall continuously spiraling out of control into oblivion until I feel the ground approaching and I embrace the gory end.
I feel nothing on impact as I watch my casing burst to a bloody rain.
I wake from a dream, the same dream I always have.