Predatory Instincts

This viscous haze; pounding through every nerve, shaking the barriers of every earthly, cryogenic dream, each membrane cruely seduced and reshaped by a clogging insanity.
'You are hollow and disturbed' the only reply from the mirror. Echoing through my head. These are my terrors, every beating, living memory. Blinding, suffocating, I am frail, nothing but faith without religious reasoning. Would you hold me? Love me? Shake me until I am dead? You understand the creeping agony; You have felt my reptillian aches and primal carnality. Watching, we do nothing, apart from keep the needle in my hand and listen, to the dull sedation of the organic, rhythmitic pattering.

Submerge

I have been dragged to hell. The motions of this world pulse through me; warped, alien, surreal.
I know this place, it lays around me in a twisted familiarity and yet I have not been here before. Thrown into the darkness of my nightmares I am challenged, in turn, by snarling demons; Horror, Reconciliation, Guilt. Each infinite second slips away, analysed and replaced by its identical stranger. I am lost here, anchored to my insanity by a thousand years of questions, crushed by a million helixical thoughts only to feel the sudden disintegration of my body, the prescence of every microscopic symbiote. Trapped between a grain of memory and an incalculable expanse of existance. I crumple, morphed into a hollow shell, washed with the waves of my own conciousness, caught in their focus and ebbed quietly away from this void.