The possessor of a weapon that kills all. Slashing the backs of those once loved. Leaving the innocent with open wounds. They do it with no regrets; itβs a mind game.
Life to them is like an everyday mascaraed. There will be no peaceful revolution.
Beware the backstabbers who slay the night.
*Wrote this during highschool. Shoutout to all the back stabbers, I forgive you know But this one is for you..*