God,  it hurt..
That first realisation of infidelity

"Oh,  you dont understand me,
Its you I love...."
"If you did,  then..."

And so it began,  the dance

The dance around the carrion,
The carrion of what we had,
Now rotting and stinking
With lies and deceit

"You don't understand me,
The constant bleat

Maybe I do,  only too well
And in doing so
Succeed only to twist the knife
Further in my heart