When will things change?
When will the madness end?
Is this a justification from right to wrong?
Could any of this be real, maybe I’m just dreaming and yet to wake up from the reality of my passed.
The passed reminds me of simple vivid images that I later on regret to see or remember.
Psychologically was it true what I was capable of, it can’t be true.
Lies and deceit begin to take over my life again and again.
My own thoughts and manifestos delude me; I become insane in my own membrane.
Everything is a battle from here on, onwards.
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