Relative

Our permanance is only relative;
And so is our truth.
Spoken only when it is convenient,
The defination twisted as needed.

And so are our promises.
The next best thing to bloodties.
The cleverest way of deception
Is to ink all the lies.

Our tongues are harsh;
They ought to be forked,
For our fangs do inject poison
And we do suffocate our prey.

And we silently slither away,
Luna's watching and so we're crazy today.
The reality of our existance is only relative;
And so is our defination of who
(what)
we are.