It still burns Inpsyde

Imagination, pouring out all hidden, deep within thoughts, filtered through disbelief and insecurities, revealed. Dawn of new revelations and chaos controlled by secret intentions. Reality is obscured, blending into psychadelic delusions. I am still desparately searching for a purpose; one that I cannot find and a neverending resistance to a future unknown; Impatient, I have become to this harsh reality...It has begun...When did it ever begin? It seems, misery has always been my only true friend...Enemy, to the bitter end; My memory is so distant; my only meaning is to resist it; rage and hatred still burn inpsyde...where there is no solace...no place to hide.......