I dealt with the silence the best I could, standing nearly naked, nothing more than half a filthy night shirt covering me, no dignity, nothing that reminded me of who I was, or what the world I knew or understood once seemed like, the mildew straw floor of the cage for better lack of a word. Hell, this very Hell I found myself in and I was not alone there was the invisible figure of humanity bent over, bare ass and waling profusely in a corner, shaking in my moment of discontent.

Barley a moment had passed when the earth began moving around the cell-Iron bars in motions, and the water below swelling in an unbelievable uproar, I looked yet could not see, I listened but could not hear. It was the silence that be trade me.

Then they came in with mock masks of bill-face and goat hair covered hands, grabbing reaching daring me to run away but where would I go – a corner or lay on the mildew floor pull-away I did not and all along humanity wailed ass naked in the silent cold.

Can you hear me do you know who I am, can you see me will you ever understand? It did not take long, nothing in matters of human nature seems to belong among lasting time, I did not mind that the silence was so loud.

And yet when my head was laid upon the block I watched the blade, and swallowed as it raced my way. Humanity stopped wailing and the silence became a bright light. Can you hear me, do you know my name? I Promise was all I could say.