The Man With The Knife

I find myself in a dead end street,
Petrified at the sound of incoming feet,
I see him now as he rounds the bend,
It's only a matter of time till I reach my end.

The dark silhouette suddenly appears,
He opens his arm and a knife appears,
I shout in the face of impending doom,
I shout in the street to displace the gloom.

With nothing to lose I run full at him,
He is taken aback but the outcome is grim,
He braces his shoulders and readies the knife,
A last ditch attempt to prolong my life.

As we collide there's a sense of relief,
Emotions erupt overtaken with grief,
The blade penetrated and kissed at my heart,
My actions I'll admit, wasn't too smart.

As I fall to the ground a reaper appears,
As if just to confirm my darkest fears,
He reaches out with his deathly touch,
My life is gone oh I miss it so much.

Floating away I look down at my death,
The man with the knife whispers under  his breath,
He turns around then he walks away,
Perhaps he is looking for another to slay.