Heartbeat with improper punctuation.

A fear so deep it shakes you to the core, picking at heartstrings like a vulture picks at flesh.
Darkness leaking through a window, mopped up by sporadic light, fading in and out.
Sickness poisons your blood, fresh and red, essence of your life, and it's dying
You never know what to expect, you just want it all to be okay.
All you taste is vomit, and all you can hear is static energy coming from nowhere.
You crumble to the ground and go pale. No sign of a conscious thought. All you can see is the clouds as you wonder why it's all vanishing.
A heartbeat with improper punctuation, thats all it has to be.