The dark clouds disperse as the mind passes into dream state no memory of the real world stays in the mind as illusions of a happier time ahead/behind play rampant behind the tear stained face a veil of self control slipping every few moments revealing the inner torment the inner struggle but none of such are carried into the dream a bright morning over a yellowing field of wheat a barn with a grey horse a family a soul the texture of life is easily seen in all the surroundings happiness seems an eternal gift the new light of dawn arrives and with it the forgotten memories the forgotten dread the knowledge that there is no hope needing relief the body forces its self up and towards a place of escape the bottle falls empty to the floor to lie with its others the burning in the throat dies down and the mind loosens up more is required though to keep reality at bay a fresh bottle is produced from the back of the cupboard and the seal is broken to get to the clear liquid within vision blurs a violent tremor upsets the crawling thoughts a violent tremor through his heart he needs to escape he cannot take the pain the bottle drops empty to the floor to lie with its others overwhelming pain escape escape a bottle is trodden the reflections of the pieces drives dark ideas a bloody shard is pulled from bare feet blood runs from the wrist up the left arm from the wrist up the right arm the shard falls from a hand
