[ The knife that was sharpened only moments ago, ]

The knife that was sharpened only moments ago,
Is pressed against your neck.

Struggling against death,
Your body breaks out in a cold sweat.

Your heart stopping scream fills the air,
And the sweet smell of thick warm blood teases ur nose.

With the trickle of blood running down your neck,
Darkness surrounds you.

You hear the wicked laugh,
And feel the cold hand sliding into your hair.

Salty tears fall on your lips,
They must be yours, but who knows.

You slip away from the pain,
And you look down at the sene below you.

The man you had innocently flirted with,
Only just that night,
Holds you close to his strong chest,
Your body lifeless.

As you walk to the light,
That you cant possibly resist,
You think to yourself,
And the voice in your head is full of selfpity,

"I was murdered by the man,
I flirted with for no more than a minute.
I'm such a fool.
Should have listened to my parents."

With a shrug you are engulfed with the light,
And your soul is gone,
Leaving your body to the man,
You didn't even know the name of.