Sorrowful screams pulse through my ears as I am reminded of all of those I have killed.
They punish me for my murders.
I look away, hold my ears,
They will never leave.
My mother slowly comes to me.
I look into her loving eyes.
Suddenly, sand binds her in a coffin,
I cry out as she is crushed.
I look at her killer and see myself.
My eyes are dark with the Shukaku's gaze.
My hands are bound behind my back,
I cannot move and have to endure my agony.
Blood slowly creeps toward me.
I look at it with apprehension.
It seeps into pure black as it seems to crawl up my body.
I hyperventilate, terrified.
It slowly crawls into my mouth and down my throat.
It stings my esophagus,
Enveloping me in cruel irony.
Now, it is my turn to die…
At the hands of my victims.
A sharp pain comes across my face and I am awake.
He is held above me by involuntary arms of sand.
I feel the blood crawling from my wound and decide it is time to destroy the insignificant boy…