He knows what insomnia feels like. Parts of his brain don't feel like his anymore. His arms, his fingers, lying on the pathways of his thighs, feel like sand.
Leaden. The hallucinations take over as he raises his right arm- he feels like a puppet. His hands don't feel like his anymore, his nerves are all shot and there again, is the sensation of blood, rising sticky and clammy to his finger pads, the reminder of all his mother's sins.
He wonders if Kankuro feels in control of himself, because he's a puppeteer. Gaara never completely feels like he belongs to himself. He feels like a host to a parasite, a cancer. It's snuck into his circulatory system, and wormed its way into his heart, and it cracks his neck, his biceps, then his sanity, and it seeps out.
The sand, and with it, the stench of blood. Like all the electricity in a stormy sky gathering together in a single spear, the smell descends on his nasal system like a decapitator's axe; now his nose is shot too- the current spreads, like a hungry virus, clawing up his nasal tracts, across his face, into his eyes, past his ears, down the sides of his throat, slithering, slithering like a hungry hissing snake, and down, down into the mass of his red hand.
They are all twitching, sniffing like some hungry predator and they call for blood. It comes out as a howl, and Gaara is sick of being shot. He shudders, and it is out.
Quivering, quivering like an arrow in a bow, Gaara shakes with madness as his mind snaps too; his mind is an empty tunnel. It is at once a sick, putrid, olive green rising like tequila mist, and a blinding, burning whiteness that directs him to raise his arm, and lash out.
Lash out. It slashes, and Gaara groans. Blood, blood, blood. It is at this point that he loses the last shreds of rational thought, and will remain so for the next few hours. In the paws of his hands lie a collection of intestines and human mush; the blood is viscous and even as it splays out it drips slowly, onto the floor, before it is sucked up by the sand. Gaara's senses are overwhelmed and the world spins. Gaara, is losing to the insomnia. Gaara, is losing to the madness. Gaara, is losing to the depravity of it all.
