A Congregation of All of My Thoughts

Part 7 (Trigger Warning)

I feel my heart beat as my hands shake and the ground breaks away from me.
I feel the knife slip across my skin like a cold hug welcoming me.
I feel my lungs cease to move as I cease to have all life.
I feel my heart stop and hear the tick of the clock as my blood drains from my veins.

I taste the metallic copper taste in my mouth as the life fades from my body.
I taste the cold air freezing my veins and clinging to my hollow lungs.
I taste the bitterness of all the memories that are following me to the grave.

I see red and blue and images of sadness.
I see pink and yellow and laughter that doesn't quite reach the eyes.
I see purple and orange and everything that is wrong with me.
Or should I say, was?