All hands are against me.
They mock me, they trample me and my dreams alike.
I have an ally 1 in 10.
What have I done to be so hated?
Each hand holds a silent blade that aches to leap for my heart.
Silent blades lurk in the dark,
Silent blades waiting to plunge home the final thrust.
Silent blades all around,
Silent blades kill the joy of life.
Silent blades turn life into a mock shell.
Silent blades...
Waiting...
In the dark.
