An Experiment in Transience - Psycroptic

Uncontrollable addict…

On a downward spiral towards my mortal end: and beginning

A dependence that I can never impede;

neither wanting, nor able to

For I live and die for the compulsion

An experience few discover, and even less wish to return from

Troubled that it can’t be shared

I must lead this life of seclusion, to hide my continuous revealing crusade

Far beyond a fixation, it is now my life’s labor

Rudimentary equipment is all I utilize

A device so simple, yet so precise — an inaccuracy insures failure…

Guile, yet effective for its only function…

Assisting the voyage

My life in the care of this specially crafted tool;

it is the only gray for me

to return

I need to explore lain…

There is s o much more to be known!

Strapped to the mechanism, I prepare…

Essential wires attach, restraints hold me into position

I’m ready…

The flick of a switch steals the commencement…

A controlled electric current is administered

The short lived pain I must pass through, is a mere token price…

Clinically dead;

yet I feel so alive

Here again, I know to explore in haste — time is restricted

My natural physical casing is of no use here

A sensation so welcoming is overpowering

I must resist the urge to stay…

Turning away from the luminosity I see before me, I look for new areas to

explore…

It feels vaguely different each time I come…

Could it be evolving?

The only thing that is certain is that I’m being watched…

Concentrating, I block out distractions

To tie in the increasing stream of thoughts, emotions, sensations

Insinuating what this place actually is…

It must be a gateway of sorts: a collection point;

Collecting at is now theirs

I know my time is almost up as I sense them approach

Far I am the latest acquisition I can roughly make out their silhouette…

But this is not hour it is supposed to be

Agony indescribable hits rte

I’m pulled ungracefully from one reality to another

My journey complete as I’m artificially revived

I Slump forward into unconsciousness…

Intense pain when I wake once more, in the marl world

It is of little concern;

the knowledge gained is essential

I must return…

There is s a much more to learnt must know what is really, beyond

But I must rest my weak mortal shell…