The knife shines in the light.
Try to run but fall; not quite.
It digs in deep, its silver teeth leaving reddened skin.
You scream for help, but no one hears.
The darkness laughs at your face, your blood, your tears.
You take hold of the hilt and try to set yourself free. One last attempt to continue living, but it kicks you hard when it finally sees.
The blade burrows deeper till it just cuts right through,
One last look around.. you fade.
Now you're dead too.