She's lost. Lost in a world of depression, deception, and death. There is nowhere to turn, every which way is a dead end. No one is true, genuine, honest anymore. Everyone and everything has an underline motive. She doesn't know who wears a mask, who she can turn and release this/the madness of her mind upon. Who will understand the wild wilderness? Where words fly like tools in a murder? Where there is no one to kill but herself? Where hate is the universial emotion and every cell understands that more than anything? Where imaginary sicknesses and diseases run rampat and there's no vaccine to kill them off? Who would venture into such a place ? No one. But I visit there every night, because she is me. Known to you or not, it is my mind and I plan to conquor it before I let it conquor me.