It started with a lie and ignited with a kiss, but I never quite got over the lie it started with. The bond we forged was iron and the love we built was steel  we took loves first deception and together made our, real.

I hate how she changed. But she didn't change til I did.
It hurts, what they say. But they only live how I live.
Two hands for two faces but Im the real vantriliquist.
The more I fight the deeper I slide inside the holes that only I  dig. In every distaster I am the common denomenator, Im intent on dominating my situation. I'm well aware of my lack of patience. Altercations with myself leave me hear standing at attention, waiting for instruction.  After all  nothing can be different if I stay the way that I am.