delusionMadness is always nocturnaldelusion by Atlantisse
and everything seems so broken and wounded
but this is my life and I'm sure you know what sorrow is
and how sometimes you feel so lost yet contemplative
I must leave these strange nights behind
in order to find myself,
but they are the most sincere parts of me
and they reveal everything - illusions, ambitions, regrets
So this is my kaleidoscopic mind.
What should I do?