.Six

Liars. Liars. Liars.

They all lie. We all lie. We lie in bed, with all our lies, lying next to each other.

Pale, anemic bodies quiver and squirm amidst each other, white maggots corrupting a dying truth.

Veritas Morti. Veritas Morti.

Silk, velvet lips, dripping smoke and sin. Listen. Do not touch. Do not move. Listen. Strike when ready.

When in the shadows, they strike you in the back. They whisper:
MURDER
BETRAYAL
MURDER
BETRAYAL

Crimson fountains from their throats. A smile carved in there neck, vermillion lips dripping with blood.

Veritas Morti. Veritas Morti.