In fields of green
The tall greenery
Lush and vivid
A light breeze
Whistles through it.
Wide trunks stand proud
But resting atop
Are no bird nests
Burrowing within
Are no squirrels or termites
Lumbering around
Are no bears or moose
And growing upon
Are no leave at all.
Instead, atop these trunks
Are lines of wire
Made by humankind
Connecting their world
To electricity, to cable
And to each other.
Necessities of life
Or so they would have you believe
Yet, the grass still grows
In these magical forests
Where we plant our telephone poles.

Look around
As I walked along
I closed my eyes.
My mind bacame lost
In the muddle of thoughts
The thoughts turn to dreams
In the dreams to reality.
When I awoke,
I was lost.
Not knowing where I was
When it is,
How I came to be.
I closed my eyes again.
Another journey,
taking me thought darkness and despair
hatred and loathing
fear and spite.
I awoke, this time
In a completely different place.
No one to see me
No one to hear me.
No one to speak to.
So I closed my eyes again
But this was the final time.
I stayed in my thoughts.
I stayed in my dreams.
My dreams never again touched reality.

A kidnapping in the park.
She lay there unmoving
Quite and unsettling sight
She had fought long and hard
She had fought with all her might.
But in the end it was for naught,
For alas, she finally died.
Although she had no clothing,
In her mind she held her pride.

It started on a peaceful night
A mere 6 hours ago.
Our young lady had left work
Her fate was yet unknown.
She began her long walk home
Through streets and alleys dark
She wanted to get home earlier
So she cut through the park.
But little did she know
Of the curpurse hiding there.
Waiting for his next victim
To rob and rape and scare.

Her senses were all active
She tightly clenched her purse.
Her instincts, she ignored completely
This action she would soon curse.
From the shadows he leapt at her
His steel blade flashed quick
Before she could utter a scream
His gag made her sick.
She struggled against his will
But his was far too strong.
He bound her hands behind her
She was his captive before long.

He hauled her over his shoulder
Her muffled cries began to fade.
To his secret place they both went
So he could count his money made.
6 gold was quite the haul
But he won a whole lot more.
He watched her fight his knot work
His very own little whore.
Her hair was curled and flaxen
Her lips a crimson red
Her skin as pale as the moonlight
And he slowly nodded his head.

With a wicked grin and a slight tug
He began his dirty deed.
She kicked and screamed cried for help
But the gag kept her quiet, indeed.
After he finished taking her
He gazed again upon his prize
Her breasts, her thighs and hips, all perfect
He lost himself in her eyes.
She though he might release her
But her hopes were quickly crushed.
In a quick and evil motion
He sunk his blade in her flesh.

He stood over her,
And did not even care.
He got all that he wanted
And stole a lock of hair.
Her breaths were quickly fading
Her vision began to blur
Her muscles were tense, then relaxed.
He knew her death occurred.
She lay there unmoving
Quite and unsettling sight
She had fought long and hard
She had fought with all her might.

Waiting....
I can neither see, nor hear.
I cannot touch or taste.
My hearing is blocked, my motion stopped.
My captor has me held fast.

My only sense remaining, smell.
And there's so much to inhale.
My own sweat, almost sweet.
The dampness of the room, suffocates.

A fire, small, probably a candle.
Wait. And aromatherapy candle. Cherry.
Leather. I smell leather all around.
Steel too. That biting scent.

I test my bonds. Nothing.
At least I know were the steel is.
Shackled are my wrists and ankles.
I'm not going anywhere.

New scent. A fruity, tangy smell.
It's getting stronger, perfume.
Lots of perfume. It burns my nose.
My eyes are watering.

I would breathe through my mouth, but it's blocked.
If I want to live, my nose is the only choice.
I'll hold my breath.
Maybe I can outlast.

I struggle against my bonds again
This time with more passion.
Still nothing. Not moving. Must breath.
It's still there, still burning.

It's gone. I can breath normally now.
But...the fire...the sweat..the steel...
All the scents are gone.
I cannot even smell anymore.

Sight, sound, sensation, smell, taste.
All my senses are gone, like the darkness.
All of them....gone.
all...