Pain flairs threw my chest; blinding white and pitch black.

Crimson blooms upon my chest,

Staining the shining silver blade

That protrudes from my fragile being.

Blood, as deep as rubies, spill from my mouth

To drip on the ivory handle of my death

Warmth comes and embraces me with gentle fingers

Than lets me go

Letting cold take her place

Feelings fade like dreams,

leaving me numb: A hollow shell with a face

And then I fall.

I feel nothing, not anymore.

A rueful smile forms on my stiff lips at the thought

That they will come back for the blade to

Kill someone else.