What is between Dawn and Dusk?
What is the difference between hate and lust?
Why does the sun burn so bright?
Why do I question internal might?
Who is it I to decide my fate?
Who is it that confirms me late?
Where is the promise land?
Where can I grasp the creators hand?
When will my broken heart mend?
When will this pain end?

Nobody wants to live.
Everybody wants to die.

Is god punishing me? A string of twisted truths.

A feeling of numbness with sharp bursts of pain, intertwined with goosebumps, a cold sinking feeling.

How does one determine something forgotten in the past as a history, when feelings are still vividly aware and controlling the same enslaved mind for years upon years.

Is there any escape?