Darkness is clarity and Light is blinding The question came to appearance as to what I would fulfill in the distance. Truth fled in terror into the safekeeping company of Deceiving and Trickery. Lord, help, am I a heretic? Or it’s just nature? Ex Machina feels as I, Am I right? Or this unknown thing correct? Beliefs in Faiths confuses I, for I do not know any more.
It was the biggest lie ever told, Tears as evidence for the cunning sin. What am I to do? I’ve lost everything— I’ve lost confidence— I’ve lost hope— I’ve lost warmth. Since among these, I can’t trust myself. Why not let others lead me, Instead of the Life I’m supposed to enjoy?