Walls of Bones

The guilt, the faces, the flashback backs; screaming at me, mocking me, tearing at my mind. Why won't they just stop? What have I done to- the blood. The blood running down the walls like tears of the tortured. The paint tearing, peeling away, revealing the bones. My collection. My pride; hidden away from the prying eyes of the curious. The eyes will know the truth, the truth of the ones who had paid. The ones who thought of me insane. The shadows told me to do it. I am the victim here! The lives just got in the way. They choose their fates! I had no choice! The bones of the dead hidden, piled in the walls. It was the only way to hide them. It was the only way to save myself! Now they are showing themselves to me in a bloody mess. Why can't I just get rid of them again? Now my knife is useless agsinst them. Wait. Is that an empty sport I missed? That spot could fit another corpse. Of course... The knife will be my new friend now.

by NK