Stained Crimson

I can feel my sanity breaking off, piece by piece. It hurts; It really does. I wish I could succumb to the cold embrace of death, but life's not that easy. My body is burning, white hot nails being implanted into my arms, my legs, my chest. The glass shards make my eye hurt when I blink. Then darkness falls upon me; I feel numb. All the pain is gone and the world is black. I'm floating for a few seconds in peace; then I'm falling fast. I gasp and sit up in my body. The pain is gone now, I still feel numb. The thirst for blood, for death, hits me hard and I take my knife of the table, turning towards them. A slow, crazed grin slides over my face. My sanity is gone and I feel numb all over.