I was once a slave to the Ignus Fortudus,
That inexorable drug,
That temporary happiness,
That quick fix.
Little by little, bit by bit, it destroyed me,
I was consumed by it,
I was blinded by it,
I was dependent on it.
I finally escaped the tightening grip,
But there is nothing left.
A burnt out shell,
The remains of what was once a pure human being.
Another victim of the Fool’s Fire