Hey, its 2 in the Morning

Suddenly, I looked around and thought, what is all of this? Wondered why the hell I was here, And where I was headed. and what was to become of me, And realized... I am in exile. Chaos is the fire which consumes me. Hungry as I am for inner peace or light, destruction fascinates me. I am a split personality; the inner yearning good, and the outer doubting the probability, so still clinging to the bad. Sometimes I feel like a climbing vine Who wants to head for sunlight, but creeps toward the crap which has become mankind instead.