Your knife, my blood.

The plot thickens,
You say with a sneer,
As you pull out a knife,

I quiver with fear,
I turn my head away,
But still your voice echos,

You take a step closer,
I shiver with fright,
You bring the knife up,

I'm cornered now,
Nowhere to go,
Don't do this today,

You bring it close,
To the tears on my cheeks,
Wiping them away with the blade,

The last thing you hear,
A terrible scream,
And see my blood on your hands.