Blade

What do I see? I see a blade swinging aiming for my vulnerable neck. I see it's cold gleam attempting to steal my life away from my sweating flesh. I wonder why it has yet to make contact with my skin, but I've come to realize that without my consent or knowledge, my body has forced itself to duck. I keep possession of my body a few seconds longer. I sense that no such event will occur a second time. The blade makes another pass, this time whistling at my bare legs. A scream escapes my lips as my lower legs bid farewell to the pitiful remains of my body. The blade grins sadistically as it comes for the third and last time. What do I see? I see black.