• A lone soul beats and screams at the walls of its cell. It pounds and pounds against the padded wall giving up to rest in a puddle of its own solitude to rise again and repeat. The soul does nothing but repeat and repeat its day filled with nothing more. A dream comes when it rests to tear the padding away. So a new day it arises and rips at eh wall it rips till its fingers bleed crimson it continues to rip till finally it breaks through only to find another. It screams in agony and pounds its fists against it with a renewed hate. And only once its laying in its final death does ti decide to be free and its walls crumble to a dust the the wind blows over the soul to cover it after its final breath of acknowledgment.