I feel a soft warm breeze....
caressing the back of my neck..
As if by a gentle lover...
and i know you are standing behind me...
i feel your fingers gently caress...

The nape of my neck...
And goose bumps raise on my flesh..
Your hand gently encircles me...
slowly moving to my front....
and i close my eyes with expectation...

I feel cold steel like a lovers kiss...
Against the tender flesh of my wind pipe....
And the last think i know...
In this world...
I feel my own warmth....
wet blood...
running down my front in rivulets...

As you murder me!