An unusual happiness

The aching of cold melted my veins 
as the flames of it ascended my body I felt no pain
A slight pleasure came to tranquillise my mind from fear 
I only saw the sanguine trail of blood
That seemed like lacerations carefully interwoven with one another 
The beautiful red shun brilliantly
As if it were delicately stroked with a fine brush
As I Looked into the mirror I appeared almost as a painting 
Carefully done but every aspect of red was descending freely 
Distorting and twisting it separated and combined with itself 
My heart ticked like a clock
Every second seemed like an infinity 
The paint continued to flow gently
Ever so slowing 
As time passed by the clock ticked slower
As if time were slowing down
The painting eventually stopped 
And everything vanished
As I fell into an imaginary paradise