Numb

 (Sorry for the long paragraph. it is imperative, since the whole thing is a train of thought, with no brakes.)

  COMFORTABLY NUMB

The pain was unimaginably horrifying. I could think of nothing, and my brain literally stopped to work. The pain was like a virus, spreading to all the parts of my body. My whole body itched, which left my fist nails cutting into the skin. I couldn't feel the pain of the skin, though. The former pain dominated it. The pain started taking over my senses. My eyes were being filled by a white light, and I couldn't sense anything but pain. I could feel every living part of mine carving for the end of it. I was now in the very definition of trauma. My body could have withered, I did not know, Nor did I care. The pain was already intolerable, and I could even feel the rise in it's magnitude. I must have withered now. After what seemed endless, My brain could recognize one feeling, that the pain was at it's maximum. The pain gave birth, within me, A feeling of numbness, somewhere deep down in the flesh of my body. I felt like it was growing, slowly. It was like a virus too, spreading. But miraculously, it started to oppose its cause. The numbness made my body feel the pain lesser. I am feeling numb now, Comfortably numb. The light in my eyes was getting dimmer, and I even thought I could hear something. Probably numbness cannot live without pain. As the pain was all dead, even it's killer, the numbness started dying. I was getting back to the surroundings. That which I saw then was a ceiling which I recognized. But there was some enigmatic difference, and I felt as if there wasn't any pull, a burden, on me anymore. It felt as if I could exist without doing something which I always did before. And It seemed that a heavy responsibility; always bestowed upon me before, was suddenly removed. Turning back, I saw my dead body, smiled, and drifted away.