Pain.
Pain.
That was all that he could recognize at that very moment. Every faint breath inhaled was coated with a mixture of cold dirt and warm mucus. There was an aroma that seemed unfamiliar, yet so distinct. The weight of the world pressed against his limp body it seemed, a weight that he could no longer hold. His eyesight was incoherent at this point, fuzzy shapes and figures surrounded him, but he could not recognize anything. This scent, this undesirable scent that surrounded him, that stained his hands and lips. This is the scent of blood.
Each breath grew fainter, his chest grew louder with every dim beat of his pierced chest. Shards of glass and debris gaping from his right forearm, trickles of blood patter against the cold dirt beneath him. His mouth was so dry, yet pooling with blood. It would not stop, no matter how much he attempted to swallow, it only hurt. This chilled earth beneath him began to move away, his body leaked blood much like a faucet. The splattering on the ground of bloody vomit and inhaled dirt lingered throughout the coarse air.
The fuzzy figures soon became more visible, and screams of wail and worry rung in his ears. He felt numb, yet his entire body burned and ached as if he were set on fire a thousand times over. He could feel his eyes growing heavy with every forcing breath, each breath that grew harsher and sticky with blood. He could feel himself choking, gagging, trying to catch any sort of relief from this overflowing sensation of bodily fluids that filled his throat.
His very soul was slipping, his eyesight grew darker and dimmer. The figures that surrounded him screamed and pounded his chest, the weight of the world was pressed against him once again. The warm air pressed against his cool face, his breathing was halted by another spray of thick, coarse blood. Slightly inhaling cold dirt and warm mucus returned to his presence once again, as he lay there, numb and immovable. His hands coated with warm red fluids, his lips and nostrils leaked of the same liquid that surrounded him, covered him, swallowed him.
Blood.
That was all he could recognize. It was all that he knew. It was the last thing he recognized before finally closing his eyes, never to recognize the scent of cold dirt again.