3:59 am

I currently need scissors to cut out pictures for my anatomy project.
Scissors got me thinking.
Cutting shapes, manipulating objects to piece where I want them to.

Manipulation.

Its such a wicked trick you can't even tell when you yourself is doing it.

I've bent people, molded lies, reshaped truths so many times, I don't even know what the real truth is anymore.
How many people have manipulated me? How many are now?
How many people do I have to get to help me manipulate one lie to cover another?

I am not a Jack of all trades.
All I am is a skilled blacksmith.
And all I make: Swords, Knives, Daggers.
Weapons to tear through flesh and get to the center.
Weapons deadlier than any Gun.
I carry a mouthful of Sharp Lies.
That would pierce through any armor in their path.
I hate what I have become, but I love what I have made myself.
I apologize for the wars I created. The enemies made.
but I cannot help it.

I am the Jack of Blades