Nulla Lux In Tenebris

Never content with the way life was but kept repeating it was going well. Always painted yourself with a halo but you longed for the flames of Hell. Lied to the ones who cared to care but worst of all - even lied to yourself. Pretending to be something you're not, wasted your youth and lost your health. And the stranger you see in the mirror - fading reflection of the person you were. Despair is a comforting sister, your memories been replaced by a blur.