Truth Or Death

It fascinates me that so many can blindly follow a wolf hidden in the ripped from the living, faithful lambs, Yes, I too did follow for so many years I went on believing the ideas, the concepts surrounding what I supposed was the truth. I swore I understood them better then most. Nothing but corruption. A sweetly, coated evil cherry topped on a sinful lie. Through time it has torn the pages of life to pieces at the cost of delicate life-force. I am forced to face the something that was used to define me. It is but a darkened taint in the pool of color surrounding the paint that fills my essence.
Just me Hibana