A knife in the back, I’ve felt its sting all too often.
How odd that this blade breaks rather than cuts. The deceiving scythe can spark flames too,
And if used wisely, can be used for good.
But is good created through bad really good?

As well as feeling the cold and shock, I’ve wielded this blade too. Nothing excites more than to see the bridge of trust shatter, to stare in to the deep and know that something frightening is staring back.

Eventually though, the darkness lifts, and staring back at you, is the one you deceived.