bloody fingerprints on the window pane

copper fills the air

i can smell decay on the light breeze

panic sets in but paralysis has taken hold of my body

only my eyes can move

cannot breathe

see a glint of moonlight on metal

feel the coolness of steel upon my throat

i cannot scream

pins and needles the only sensation

a tingling like a thousand ants just beneath my skin

a slight pressure

the arc of arterial spray and a sudden sense of cold

is this a nightmare

or an all too real end

the bloody ovals on the glass call to me

as blackness tints my vision

and the frigid feeling creeps along my supine frame

frantic calls for help just silence in the night

in the distance i hear the howl of a wolf

and then the sweet sounds of…