• Agony tastes like;
    Blood in your mouth, bitter, rendering you to sustain the discomfort it leaves in it's wake, rising, like the tides at sea, the metal taste, reminding you of better days.

    Agony sounds like;
    The sound of a heart, straining to pump the last life into the dying conscienceness, but finally giving up on the life it is trying to save, the beats getting further and further away...

    Agony feels like;
    A lightning strike. The pain comes on suddenly, and scars the beholder. Even for the longest time, the marks will never fade, reminding us of what we should never let go of.

    Agony smells like;
    The stench of sulfur, stinging your nose and bringing tears to your eyes. You wish you had never experienced the sensation.

    Agony looks like;
    A spot of crimson on velvet black, the brightness of blood, red on velvet. It flows smoothly, signifying the pain someone in the world feels every day.

    Today it is me.