Deaths first kiss

I can feel the fear,
Gripping like a snake,
Tightly closing in,
Constricting my movement,
Controlling my breathing,
I reach out, try to find the switch,
Perhaps if I can see I’ll feel better,
My fingers are shaking,
I can’t find the light,
I move along the cold wall,
Desperately searching,
I’m running blindly,
Scraping my hand across the wall,
Where’s the switch?
Suddenly I trip,
Dive headlong,
My head hits the metal bed,
Dazedly I taste the blood,
Dripping on to my tongue,
I’m listening as hard as I can,
My ears searching for the slightest sound,
But all I hear is my own harsh breathing,
I thought I’d be safe here,
I thought I was hidden,
Suddenly my heart stops,
There is utter silence,
Apart from the steady beat of his footsteps,
The door creaks open,
I can see him,
The faint shadow,
The silver glint of the sharp knife,
Gripped in the palm of his gloved hand,
He laughs softly,
A harsh, evil laugh,
Quietly he says,
‘Come out, come out, wherever you are’
Cowering against the end of the bed,
I’m physically unable to move,
My limbs have frozen,
They are oblivious to my silent commands,
He steps forwards,
I can forwardglitter of his eyes,
The eyes that bewitched me,
Again he laughs, saying,
‘I can see you my darling,
Come out and we can be together always,
You know I love you’
His voice takes on a magical quality,
My legs are unfreezing,
Obeying his enchanting voice,
Betraying me,
They take me slowly from behind the bed,
He reaches out and beckons me forwards,
Until he cforward my check with his ice cold finger,
He pulls me in closer,
Whispering into my ear,
‘I’ve waited a long time for this,
I’ve spent my life hunting you,
And now I’ve got you’
He grabs my hair,
And jerks my head upwards,
So my throat is exposup wards can’t say a word,
My mouth has frozen,
I’m sure this is the end,
Leisurely he draws the knife across my throat,
A thin line of blood appears,
But he hasn’t killed me,
Not yet anyway,
He brings the knife up to his eyes,
Seems to evaluate it,
Then he looks from me back to it again,
Measuring something,
He brings back his hand,
Aims, and throws the knife,
I see a flash of silver,
And then I am blind again,
Not from the darkness,
But from the pain,
The blade is embedded in my chest,
I hear him chuckle,
Relishing my torment,
He fades as I begin to lose consciousness,
I cannot speak, see or hear,
But I can feel the gentle caress,
Of his hands against me,
Then I taste his lips pressed against mine,
And I know I’ve just felt,
Deaths first kiss.