Soaked in horror. Burying the present and turn the future to ashes. You'll never now what's coming until you're already there. Sometimes it feels like writing in old clichés will help to ease the pain. But in this case, it's not about clichés, but how you turn them into an ol'dark twisted state of mind. You run around in circles, trying to find a reason to keep going, something you should be grateful for, which happen to...not happen at all. I don't know where am I going, but I know where I want to go. I guess that I just didn't figured out how to go to my destination.