Nothing that breathes is above betrayal.
Nothing that breathes is divine.


Out from the shadows, well-wisher.
The gleam of your blade gives you away.
Drawn from me, my smiling $$#assin,

Meet the blood that moved you-
The blood of encouragement
Spilling as common water.


They will serve you...


Long live the king.
Soak up to your arms in his blood.


Long live the king;
They will serve you well.


And you loyal friend, leave an ice pick in my neck as it were mine to keep.
How terribly cold.


I breathe, and count my shallow breaths.
Add another edge: Be sure to twist the blade.


If come one, come all of this,
a celebration of treachery and scissored flesh.
Fall in, stain your steel in festive red-

Here, where the sheep are butchers.

A fresh patch of skin to pierce,

One cannot resist.

Unsteady steps.

Each waning, determined for purchase.
I am he who falters, stricken with one thousand blades.
With unsteady steps, I find my balance in deception.

Step by burning step.

Warm in the presence of malice.

Barefoot among a skulk of men.
Eyes ahead and taller still,
I never look back.

No.

I knew not your names.

I knew your numbers.
I knew you all too well.


Two blades for every inch of flesh.
Ensanguined.
This is that which did not kill me.


There's always room for one more blade...


Not much a sight for sore eyes,
The harrowed form of living will:
Bent,

And black,
And so terribly cold.


There's always strength for one last breath.