I have been beaten maimed and torn. I lay here bleeding on the floor. The pigs around me laugh. My horse pleas fall on deaf, lame ears. Is there no escape from this nightmare? This loneliness, this pain inside. I look around me and see no doors, no windows , no vents for air. The cracks below are stained with blood. I can not sleep I can not eat. This drunken haze has crippled me. I look for comfort and find no air. The pigs around me lick my wounds and savor the sweet taste of misery. The cold concrete pressed against my heart, mocks everything I fought too keep.
Take a breath, watch it flow out.

Be still inside; do not rush into despair.

The back of my mind tries to put reason to my actions that have led me here. What went wrong, how did this happen and why? Doubt and self pity prance around me dropping red and blue roses. Another kick to my side reminds me that the pain is real. My tears stained red as they fall off my face. Oh watch me drown! Watch me fall! Watch me die! The pigs cheer and drink from the wine beneath my bones.

Be still inside; don’t rush into the dark.

Cold, complacent, broken, torn, drudge, dismay. I put on a lonely smile and stand. I look around and find the pigs bowing at my feet. They begin to tare into the main course harrowing my soul. I play the puppet for you and watch my dreams crash against the wall. Shattered, hit, trampled, stabbed, raped, used. How much more can I give, How much more can I take?

Be still; don’t run away.

Hope, love, peace.
Where have I gone?
The room has gone dark.