You lie down on the altar, it feels cold and very uncomfortable.
But what do you care? You push your wrists down nervously, but the
blades are so sharp that you hardly even feel them penetrating your
skin, sinking into your flesh, and your blood gushes out and the
world begins to fade...

... and it feels cold, but it doesn't feel so bad, and the blood keeps
running, how much blood is there in your body? ...

... and you're losing your vision, and the end is coming the end it is
neigh the end is here.
That really HURT!
You wish your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
You are no longer stunned.
You fall unconscious from the pain.

You die.
You have a strange feeling.