I am a ship soaring through the bubbly whites of water crashing in the salty liquid that surrounds me. The smell of the sweet freedom ahead, tells me keep going. But then it all stops and I’m in the third row in the first seat of the place I call the nightmare society. Never knowing when the next innocent victim will be stricken by the words of pain and death. Never looking back because you know there will be nothing left but ashes of broken souls that faded some time ago. Tortured day after day by those who live for pigskin. Those pray on the less and say “get on my level”, as if we should even have levels. Days are now the steps of growing past the scars and gashes of mental destruction. I decide living is hell and dying is heaven. So I take my last breath knowing I have nobody to care enough to tell me “ NO, I’LL SAVE YOU’. Creating a time where there is everlasting peace is even unthinkable for the angels of heaven. I see a black speckle, not a white light. It tells me ”THIS IS THE END", but it wasn’t your time. So I realize I have fallen into the trap of the nightmare society.