The Blade

I saw the blade accidentally
Reflected in the mirror before my eyes
Yet it didn’t really help
All I did, was see it coming

It came for my throat
I jerked back instinctively, thinking foolishly,
That I might actually escape
Yes, I was THAT naïve

Didn’t I know there was no hope?
Not a single chance?
I was done
A memory of the distant past

Everything whooshed by in my head
Baffled by this, I was instantly angered
Was I giving up so soon?
Was I not even going to fight?

I tried screaming
I tried pleading
I struggled uselessly
I shrieked violently

I freed myself from the bonds holding me there
I was ecstatic, I was going to live
I was going to live…oh wait..
I was going to RUN!!

But suddenly the ecstasy subsided
What was there to live for, really?
There was no one, no thing
Except for me, and I was just not worth the fight

While these thoughts were invading my mind
I had forgotten my captor
The blade and the hand
The hand-held blade

It came for me again
I stumbled around, looking for a way out
Forget the unworthiness, it’s just reflexive
Whatever, I had to get out!

I saw a window
I ran towards it
Wondering if I’d reach it in time
The blade cut across my torso

It carved out my skin
It hacked and it hacked
I should have let out a blood curdling scream
But I didn’t. I was just strangely amused

As my guts spilled out
As my blood gushed out
As my life ebbed away
I finally fell asleep…