currency book

I thought dying would be painful, and it was, it was so painful, I lost my emotions, like something had broke, within me, and then, the pain melted away as the fire burned my nerves, after that, nothing. The pain was gone, but so was everything else, my eyes, my ears, my tongue, which I bit off out of pain. The only thing that has not gone, was smell, I could still meat cooking, until that smell too disappeared. It was like I was left in an abyss, void, nothingness.