As the blade stabs,
pierces and cuts,
the blood slowly flows.
Holding the wound,
trying to breathe,
stumbling and tripping forward.
Your vision goes in and out,
eventually it goes black.
The overcoming feeling of cold.
The realization you are about to die.
What you see now are the your last memories,
probably the longest
and most precious moments of your entire existence.
Nothing makes sense like the media depicted,
the white blindding light is a myth.
All you see is the wore down city,
littered with garbage and grime.
The ground is cold...
that's all there is to it...
and one second your holding on...
and the next you are gone.