The dark and terrible thought passed through his mind as he wandered, sleepless, over the rain-speckled pavement. Will I ever sleep again? The question haunted him as he propelled himself forward, too tired to think, or to stop thinking. His mind, untethered from reason or the restraint of focus which the ability of concentration offered, an ability which had been ripped away from him this past week, ripped away with his sleep, began replaying again that terrible and bloody scene, the bodies, his friends, their torn limbs and slithering, exposed bowels, the sallow and gapping faces—lifeless yet staring eyes.
Clarence
Tale Told 