Folly

A heart that would rather believe a lie than be freed by the truth. What is that? Why does man chase folly and pain? Trudging through life as a self fulfilling prophesy. Accepting what is not so to be what we are not. Treacherous heart. Why do you frolic in death? Why do you crave the grave? There are those you assign hate that love with a pain so wrenching. Yet you do not see. Neither do you want to see. You want to be tormented by the lies that come from your own hand. Watering these black seeds until you are bitter worm wood. You love death more than life.