Life ain't Beautiful

Its dark and I can't see a flicker of light. Not even a flicker of hope. My dilated pupils can't sense the blackness around me. I wave my hands anticipating a feeling of touch. Alas. I attempt to speak, but all I can manage is tautological gibberish. Am I in Heaven or is this Hell? Am I about to see the Light of God or the Fury of Satan? My head is spinning and all my thoughts are plunging into a deep vortex, an endless abyss of paranoia. In this moment of madness, I find it. Yes. The antidote. Life will be beautiful again. I pump the needle deep into me.

The "I" here refers to a drug addict. Life can never be beautiful. Stay away from drugs.