Every day I dream up ways to stifle the depression that vexes me inside.
Should I inhale another breath of the stimulant smoke that makes me forget why I put on this earth for several hours, or should I just gulp down several proofs of the toxins that make me feel like the person i should be.

I travel this dark and abandoned road with no light to see and no strenghth to move on. Decaying trees and withered fields remind me of what's left of the boy who new what it was to be happy once. The dried up cracked dirt road reminds me of my heart which used to blossom with life and nourishment; now its all calloused and scarred from abuse just like this dirt road. No light will ever shine again on this road for it has been eclipsed with painful words and tragic memories of the boy who thought he new what love really meant to be. My pace is slow and unyielding as if the road draws me nearer to my own doom...slowed down with the torment of time. I try to break free and gallop away but like a moth drawn to a candle I decide to travel to my own fate blindly and will be turned to ash by reptitions of the betrayal by the felines and fiends that just "happen" to turn up into my world and make it crash.

So I give in to the road and trudge ever slower to my fate. The only comfort I have to bring is my failure. Walk on and walk on by me. For here I stagger no more. I give in and plunge to my knees. I become infused with my own dark serenity of my road, my little view of the piece of my pie in this lifetime. For I no longer can withstand the battle front of my life. It's time for the enemy to hoard its fortune. This will be a day of gloom.

There is no succession here only failure and thats what I will always be remembered as. The only thing I was able to accomplish in life successfully was my own fall and even that wasn't even worth to be written down in filth. Do me a favor will you? Put this down as my inheritance to the world. At least in this, I can take comfort in knowing this was one joke that won't be put into the books.