Cast in the shadows, my ambitions hold fast during a time of meaningless regret. Indications of hope flee from grasp as fear crawls through these fiendish veins craving a taste. While this seductive temptation overwhelms any sense of moral judgement, a worthless impression of my self image emerges progressively for every step I take. Horrified I drift aimlessly blind through lifes unforgiving tests in time as battered emotions I once felt now drip into a numbing psychosis. A deafening sickness reigns superior among all soul wrenching infections humanity could ever come to endure. All while prayers echoing within begin to panic as my faith withers to desperation. If society only knew we are misjudged with the perception that we desire to live such a lifestyle. What started as a choice to relieve our pain from despair has evolved into slavery to a pimp we call dope. By seeking freedom from this world's screeching persecutions we unintentionally committed our future into an asylum of hell. Let it be known to all intending to walk our path that misfortunes will prevail in false desires you seek. A testimony of a dope fiend and word as a friend.