Struggling to think
Limping to stay sane
Suffocated with the illusions
Tortured from the lies

An angel poisoned
Brought down to this hell
Slowly infected
Irrefutable corruption

Blindfolded to see friends
For fear of seeing the opposite
But ripping off the blindfold
I cry in pain to see nothing happened

Blurring the line
From moral and wicked
Walking on broken glass of myths
Feeling the painful truth of lies

This world of treachery and devotion
A homologous mixture sober and lust
Continuous misery injected within me
But balanced peculiarly with happiness

Insanity a truth to me
Truth to me an insanity
Bad seen as good
Good to be seen as bad

A killer with a virtue
A lawyer with vice
Good shaking hands with evil
Is everything alright¿