Stiletto

Yours eyes pierce right through me, unvieling the hidden elusiveness within.
These patterns you witness have become my crutch.
Your eyes are your ammunition.
Your gaze is killing me.
A substantial blood loss that is not my own and it is pouring out of me.
This assault will bring me strength, increasing stability not to collapse.
This is a dagger to the heart, an unrelinquishing torture, but this soon will assemble me.
You murder face to face.