Agony like shattered memories coughing out my throat. Razors in my lungs, in my mouth; acid in my eyes to carve trails down my cheeks.
Agony like chains around my bones, tugging at my knees until they fail and the ground rushes to meet me. Steel around my mind, loops of thought capturing my will, making me as helpless as a bird without wings.
Agony, agony; the sky is shattering into multicolored fragments; filaments of some reality that is no longer mine. Isolation, desolation; time stutters in its even steps and gasps, clutching its heart and retching along the cosmic tunnels that used to carry me like flotsam. But now I'm lost, lost to space, lost to feeling until I am no longer bound to my broken body.
Agony, agony... when will it end?