Cameron Lost.
We are gone..
Trust dies.
Darkness light.
Coping is surviving.
Hope becomes a mist.
Running looking back, we confuse forward.
Condemned and hypnotized, we flee.
When good is gone, we are consumed by fear.
Confusion is evil\'s toxic perfume.
Do illusions created with distortions vanish under the heat of truth? Do lies win? When good is gone, evil draws close.
Can this beast be killed and life restored? He has destroyed so much he could never return.
Hiding, morphing, avoiding connections.
But he cannot escape the pursuing feet.
Run as you always run, he thinks.
Something is chasing him.
Reality distorts.
Does anyone return whole from a voyage to the dark side of their soul? Cameron is pursued.
When Found Is Different Than We Believe.
Cameron Lost
