I see the shadows moving, the insistent dark clouding my vision. I feel blood on my hands, and the tug of flesh as a scalpel pushes through.
This is madness.
Another puff on a cigarette.
Another turn of my screw.
But the darkness remains.
The darkness of madness.
Everything around me, pulled gently to pieces, analyzed and replaced… or not… this is my madness. This insistent creature inside me this want and need to know how everything
Tics…
A deep breath
Another pull
I'm ok. I think I have experimented with my own body enough to know.
In the corner a brightly colored figure with three eyes and innumerable legs hides behind my computer.
A turn of my screw.
Foot steps in the hall…
Dear god please kill me.