My Death

The whole world slowed down as the blade hurtled towards my chest. I felt the steel point pierce the skin and waves of agony ripped through my body sending spasms through my limbs as I rest impaled upon the katana.1

The dark  lifeblood leaks from my mouth, dribbling down my chin in rivers of red. Then the point of the blade is forced forward more until I feel the cold air whistling through the wound from my back to my torso.2

Then the sword of the ancient warriors renowned for their views on justice and honour is slowly twisted side to side. As the pain rushes through my body in a new fresh tormenting undulating tsunami.3

Even though my body is twitching, a strange thought floats through my mind, almost laughable. How am I still alive?4

Then it comes, a dark cloud of death, swallowing me, engulfing me in its grasp. My spirit floats free of the mortal coil that bound me to the earth once upon atime. Back on the physical plane my body twitches one more time and then lies still the dead weight forcing the Katana to the ground, as it slips off and collapses on the floor, never to rise again.5