Questions are just disguised lies

I see a world. A world without words. Is this life? Is this death?
Do I see meaning, or is it just an illusion? A life of lies is not even an illusion.
What are words without truth? What is silence without darkness?
What is darkness, if not truth? What are words, if not noise?
There are no words that can truly say something. Words can never be enough.

Is there feeling without lies? Is there knowledge without deceit?
Nothing is ever perfect. Nothing is ever simple - Never, what it seems.

There is only darkness.

Shadows in my mind

The shadows in me are gathering. For a long time, I thought that my misery comes from some strange kind of superiority. However, as it seems now, it has been nothing more but self-deceit. There is something that I've been hiding from myself and now it's tearing me apart. This is the ultimate reason why I lack almost any kind of motivation at the moment. I have lost balance.

However, I will still try my best to achieve. My mind may be infested by horrors, but not my will. For some strange reason, I'm purposefully trying to develop attacker traits in myself.

/Knowledge is just another illusion for making us lazy. - Me @ Here.