My taste in art is changing.
I am drifting lost and confused in a world so full of life, yet so empty and cold.
Change is imminent and rapid, I struggle to keep up.
Friends come and go faster than the endless days and nights.
A Darkness is swallowing me, waging war on my soul, I am drowning.
I have lost many things, hope, sensibility and I am fast losing touch with my mind.
Through it all remains a small light, faint and difficult to see.
I will fight.
I will stand against the almighty.
I will win there is no alternative.
Get out of my way for my return to consciousness will be nothing less then triumphant…