Something to pierce, an instrument to draw a blade.
The sharpening that of a razor.
The shin like a sheet of paper, a river of blood gushes out.
Radial artery.

Thirty seconds. Loss of consciousness.
A cut, two minutes and death in silence.

Pain, before the thickest darkness.

Something to pierce, bleeding blood.
Pressure drops, no oxygenation to the brain.
Crippling crashes, exploding cornea, severed subclavian.

Two seconds, no connection.
Three seconds, the feast of evil.

Pain, before the thickest darkness.
Knife blows switch a slashing madness