Nothing would ever be the same.

And the innocence was lost, and nothing would ever be the same.
There was death in that vision. There was madness. There was fear. But it was blurred. I could not see it clearly. I could not see the detail. I did not know if the death and madness were happening to me, or happening around me. And in a sense, I did not care. In too many ways of shame and angry regret , I did not care.