First you tell a lie. Then you become the lie, and in time, the lie becomes you. Except at this point it's no longer really a lie anymore, because it's true, it's all true, and it's always been true.
Madness string 18611
Love of mine, someday you will die. But I'll be close behind and I'll follow you into the dark, no blinding light or tunnels to gates of white, just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark.