A Part Of My Novel, would it be a great addition to the plot?

My heartbeats were uncountable, drumming with the accompaniment of my horror. I felt any part of my body better than I ever had. The cells in my limbs joined together, clinging along my skeleton as they revolved around the veins, chafing against them in a farewell hug, refusing to leave. A new wave of terror was sent through the chambers in my heart, and with a sudden movement, they started coming apart, fraying like an old clothe, like a dead man's corpse after the worms had eaten every single bit of it.