What do i want out of this? What am I really getting at here? What is my agenda, my deal? Let me confess.
I want to destroy your hope, every last ounce of it. I want to utterly deflate you, put a brick wall in front of your face.
I want to murder your belief in a secret spiritual element of yourself that can escape the tide of things.
I want to leave you utterly desolate, stranded, isolated and cut off from all salvation, momentum and dynamism.
I want you to feel the bare earth beneath you, to drag you down to my dark level, the very lowest place, where nothing moves.
I want you in defeat to touch this patch of damp ground hidden underneath the heavy stone of your despair
And to recognise that this is where you belong.