The Blot In The History of Mankind

I'm of the weed and cocaine so thas gonna be the ugly half-naked truth.

I could see people I know is now in a better place than me and they are absolutely going to an even much better place.

I could see my life spiraling into a deeper abyss where I can't turn back and correct whatever regret I have.

I am really ashamed for I have done in the past and I'm not sure this guilt is valid or just the depression talking.

Whatever innocence I have left is gone and now I only wonder how did it come to this.

This self-loathing is not healthy at all.

The Tragic Story of Lotus and The Shadow Under a Windmill

Life is disease where the cure is death. Suffering is a powerful word. All we do in this world is suffer and suffering is all there is. Do not delude yourself with the luxury of free will and ephemeral happiness nor the the pursuit of happiness. Happiness does not exist. The only truth is suffering. Pain beyond agony, hurt beyond the embodiment of all mortality and doom desire. What are we if not a trickling in sea of darkness. We are made of nothing and universe demand us to be rid of existence. All the achievement in the history pale compare to the shining light of the decadent sun of cruelty and incompetence of human nature. A poet may be a poet may does, but still condemnation of the insincere society is his birthright. The passport to abridge sadness and madness and dash of pure brilliance is just theoretical. None has been more pure academic than the conjecture that there is the slightest chance being happy. No postulation has been more imprecise than the there is still good in people. After all being said and done,we are nothing but a bag of bone and flesh. Are we too blind to see happiness is the biggest lie we ever invented? 

Follow the true path my child