Wandering down Oak Street, after all these years, it was like I opened the lid to a Pandora's jar, unleashing the nightmares of my past, the demons locked away in a prison. Now I'm falling, falling into the dark abyss, my eyes shut tight, I have only to open my eyes, for the appalling memory of that night, to come crashing down, like a plunging wave, to drown me, deep into the vice that I hide.
