• His heart is caving in,
    As the world crashes
    Around his vision.

    Tryng to cry out,
    Something chokes him
    He grabs for the hand.

    His breathing gets shorter,
    As the hand seems too real.
    His eyes slowly open.

    They grow wide at his fear
    He gasps, scratching at the hand.
    His last minutes turning into seconds.

    The hand grips thighter
    It's master's eyes gleaming
    Dancing with pleasure.

    In his last choking breath,
    He speaks to his killer
    . . .

    "How.... Could.... I....."