So he wondered what was this , this thing that shone with life and excitement. It drew him , like a candle draws a moth into its flame he was attracted, giving up control to that which seemed to sparkle, letting himself dissolve in the intensity.
Personality disintegrating before the allure that slowly and so effortlessly killed his being, leaving just the husk of a man to live on in this world of wonder.
So many dead men, living their lives , but locked in deaths embrace of fear, believing the lies and deceit. So sad and so lost, blinded by this lie.