why?
... my hand. As my tongue slides down my lanky fingers the gag inflicting taste of copper is poured down my throat. Within seconds that copper taste is brought up from the pit of my stomach accompanied hand in hand by the darkest shade of green vomit which has ever been produced by my stomach. I frantically begin to swim to shore dipping my head in and out of what I can only describe as a lake of blood. I finally reach land, fatigued by the intense swim I crawl onto the beach. With blood dripping off my nose, and vomit involuntarily being projected from my mouth I roll onto my side. As I pant, gasping for stale, pungent air The memory of being naked comes back to me. The once free sensation of being naked has been striped from me and has now transformed into feeling of violation. Why do I feel like I have been raped? The itchy feeling of sand on a wet body becomes very apparent, I stand to shake myself free of all grains of sand and nearly collapse at the knees. Still shaking from the swim, I move carefully. I begin wiping the side of my face not caring about the fact that Im smearing blood everywhere. I glance around to examine my surroundings only to see what I feared I would. Blazing fires all around me, blazing bright and crackling loud. I look downwards to assess what lay beneath my feet and see corpse’s scorched and blackened, most of them half ashes. I look closer and in the midst of bodies I see legs twitching. I start to convulse. Sickness overcomes me. Where the fuck am I? I drop to my knees, this is to much for me. I close my eyes and begin to scream out, “THIS CAN’T BE FUCKING REAL, WHY THE FUCK DOES THIS EXIST? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING? I DON’T WANT TO... I CAN’T... I WANT TO BE BACK... WHY? FUCK...”. I begin ...