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.