Tenebrae

Intro You run on two legs, when you could fight. You don't have claws, so I show you how to use the dagger, your clumsy. I show you how to decapitate, but you sigh shaking your head scolding me to bury it outside. You whisper so softly when you could hiss to get your point across. I show you how to see in the darkness, but your eyes squint and then you need the blasted light. In a family of corruption, of darkness, in many generations, you stand out as the opposite of them. Funny, but it makes it hard to teach you.