Sincerity


I want to be sincere to the one who will listen. My music...it is not a key of notes or a singing song of vitality for the one to hear it. It is not just one's emotion. My music...it is a tool within my reach, my power, my wrath- over those who have done wrong to the world. For those who will listen...it is a hypnotizer, a weapon to hit, to destroy!...I, the wonderful musician, recall things unimaginable. I...was the one to bring them back. The memories of others- the ones I called friends. I have used my weapon against them, the people. It was not until I realized...that I stopped myself from harming. To think twice...-Are my closest friends the ones to play foul, or are they my closest enemy to have done this with a purpose...?

I do recall a good deed. The day I came to life to love the one who took my hand...

But is the one I love...the one I am to destroy?

I must be sincere with myself. Or else...I will be the worst liar of those that I dispose of...I will be at the Sin Collector's hands, the then there will be nothing I can do. Nothing I can help!~