So in my book a character is in a car crash and goes into a coma. This is what happens while he's under, just want to know if it's too confusing being written in 2nd person point of view.

        Your dreams were horrible, sickeningly frightening nightmares, and yet still you felt as if you deserved everything coming at you. There was a man laughing in your face as something began tearing you limb from limb, and you were screaming in agony the entire time; this seemed to last for a millennium and you couldn’t do anything in your power to make it go away. You were trapped in darkness, the laughing swirling around your pitiful being, filling your lungs like a poison, making you gag and wish for the end to come.

“I want to die!” you longed to scream, and you did just that, only it was inside your head, tumbling through your subconscious mind that lingered so close to death. Stumbling around in the darkness you felt your face, finding yourself to have no mouth. Your heart quickening with extreme fear, you ran in any direction you could, but there was nothing but darkness awaiting you, swallowing you down.
        It was only then that you realized the laughing could no longer be heard, and you thought long and hard on who it could have been that would want to mock you, and why they would even do such a cruel thing when you were in such a state.

Where am I? you asked yourself, and the darkness howled at you in anger, although there was no sound to be heard. Am I dead?

No one answered you, and your eyes refused to see anything but darkness, so you finally gave up and fell to the ground, if that was even what it was underneath you, and then you laid still for quite some time.

After a few long moments – no…it’s been hours now, you thought, lost beyond a doubt – you tried to think things over. Or has it been longer than that? Has it been days? Months? Years?

You could no longer take the agony you were in, and using all of your willpower you opened your mouth and screamed, “Kill me!”

Then the laughing returned and once more you were being pulled apart, your arms and legs were being torn off, your throat was being cut, and your eyes were gouged out. To top it all off, your tongue was being twisted and torn out, only to hang pathetically from your lips, and finally the laughing man gave his voice to the darkness. “Enough!” he shouted, and you realized your body was still intact. The pain you were feeling was merely an illusion, something to keep your mind here in this place, this torture chamber, this Hell.

“Please,” you begged, the tears pouring down your cheeks and disappearing into the darkness. “Please kill me. Make it end.”

“But you’re already dead,” the voice told you.