The warmth.
It escapes your body.
Your limbs grow weaker.
It gets harder to breathe.
The wound won't stop bleeding.

In my hand I hold yours.
Next to you lies a knife.
Your hands get colder.
Your eyes going blank.
Your heart can't keep up.

Stop... Stop...
It ceases to beat.
No more do you breathe.
You can't see.
You can't feel.

Gone. I rest.
Grab my knife and your corpse.
Tidy up the crime scene.
Leave no trace behind.
Rest in peace, my love.