  What is the truth can you looking inside your self and say you have really become a person, Out of the darkness that is everything the epidemic of confusion destruction chaos its makes me breakdown its too much what ever happen to the little thing the time when things weren't complex and disorienting. The way the present makes my life feel it masks my true emotions the words never seem right and everything is a little more complex. The future a place I can only dream now its alienated aurora it seems uplifting holy in its purity a peace I can feel and call my own. 
