The Deceiver And The Decieved (poetic justace)

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!