I sit in my horse stable called a room and I think about how I got here. I left my daughter behind at the age of one just to chase this high. This high disappointed and destroyed families.
The effect of my selfish actions tore through communities leaving a relentless heartache of pain on all who it claimed. I was chasing that high that I put before everything. No one or nothing mattered. I was faithful to it. Faithful to the chase yet it was not faithful to me. I acted in my emotions in my unfaithful intoxication sending me down down down to desperation and despair.
But I love you said my high and I responded prove it and so it did. The proof was in vain. It did not prove a thing. It did not provide its desired gain. The thrill of the high was no longer here but a cold dead body and life without parole was. Eighteen when I entered and eighteen years I have served and there is no clock to stop this time from ticking.
