I am surrounded by lights and twinkling chandeliers. I am ascending and I am being reduced to tears. I live a life of undiluted decadence and I am tainted. Like the fallen angel, my morals have fainted. Cocaine crystals are carelessly scattered across the glass table. I try to keep my eyes open but I am unable. With the last of my consciousness, I pray for divine intervention. In the morning when I wake, please surround me with good intentions.