All he knew was that he was no longer living. He could see his corpse on the ground next to him, completely separate from the entity that he currently was.
He thought he was a ghost, but it didn't seem right. He didn't feel like a ghost, he felt normal. In fact, he felt the area around him, he was perfectly solid. Was this a miracle? If so why was there another him lying dead right there. He remembered dying.
He could still feel the cold steel of the butcher's knife connect and enter his chest, smoothly gliding through the bone. He could remember the laugh he heard as the blade pierced his heart and he died. But if that really was him on the floor, there was no explanation to why he was still here.
It must have been a miracle. But it wasn't a miracle, this was on purpose. This was much worse.
