This story is headed downwards.
Down a spiral, down a staircase.
Backwards.
Trying to walk while hammering
your own toes, aren't you?
Slowly strangling the narrative?
We can see your fingers in the picture.
So you're convinced it was supposed
to be this way? You're ******* it up kid.
Just be honest for a second or lie, lie, lie.
Lie about where you are.
Lie about what you're doing.
Lie about how you feel.
You wish you could just **** it yourself,
but instead you lie and it lives another day.
Where are your new tricks kid?
Where are you taking us next?
Where is the end?