You're Probably Even Too Blind For This

Clung to the light as if you were a moth released from the grasp of hell. Showed your colors like a rainbow fresh from the sunny rain. Plastered yourself to the very walls of uncertainty as though you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Revealed from a life of sin, a moment in time which has long been forgotten. Concealed; a secret kept in the depths of sanity while insanity crept into the cerebrum where it slept until it was awaken with a frightening image. An image; left behind to marinate in question while all who know pretend it never happened. Pretend, the worst. The worst grows like a parasite, safe from the world as long as you allow it. Leave behind the bull shit, grow with me.