Growing up raised by abuse and neglect I found myself a by standard to life. Sitting on the side line their was nothing for me to do but search inside myself to find out what my life could stand for. The answer I found was very simple my life could only means as much as I can accomplish in spite of crippling circumstances. Any success no matter how small would define my resistance to pain.
Overcome by fear the everlasting mushroom takes its hold and bewilder eyes then start to see. Tripping on the lost, on the truth that's never seen, living in a nightmare presented as a dream. Hallucination' s dagger cuts in two the fragile mind leaving one side helpless and leaving one side blind.