It's cold metal was gnawing at my forehead,
His weight shifting ever further,
Fear gripped me in it's clutches as I awaiting my last breath.
He equipped me with a last request,
Deciding to take my chances I questioned to see my demise.
I turned to face him ...
But what I saw was shocking.
I stumbled over myself,
gasping for breath.
I could hear my breathing as it quieted,
could barely feel the pain through my flesh.
All that was left was my last image.
In front of me he had stood,
shouldering a gun in his right,
while cradling a teddy in his left.
His boys behind him wore sickly masks,
he was adorned with a mask painted onto it with a cat's blushing smile.
I did not stumble in shock,
let it be known had this wound not have killed me,
the laughter would've.
It was truly an unexpected death.