Addiction

My fractured and wounded spirit has wandered off course. I have relinquished everything to a disreputable source. In the vessels holding pyres of sacrificial flames are the ashes and cinders of prodigies without names. All prospects and promises have culminated to an end. The sum of production is reduced by a subtrahend. A dilapidated castle results from wants unsatisfied. A king is a vagabond with appearance undignified. Greed and gullibility leaves an unsound foundation. Adverse conditions have filled me with indignation. Hopelessness and frustration render anyone with ennui. Nobody hears the pleas for help coming from me. If the future is deaf and blind from warnings by the past, no dynasties and empires can be expected to last. Addiction to what is believed nectar and ambrosia can lead a crowned fool to a borderless dystopia.