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 assassin,
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.