Processing thoughts.
Maybe I've been wrong all this time
Maybe I'm a horrible person
Who deserves to be burned alive
I don't know wrong from right anymore
Have I been corrupted,
Or am I simply confused?
I wander this purgatory
In search of my self
I lost so long ago
He'll have the answer I seek
He was always so light-hearted and free
I miss that energy
My eyes turn black
My vision fades
I scream into the void
And it screams back:
"You are still alive,
And you still hold the well- being of others
Above your own.
Stop being so hard on yourself, boy.
Free yourself of the illusion,
There is no need to fear."
I open my eyes and find myself.
No more illusions,
Here I am.