We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

Stress Test

I drag my hand along the rock wall.
Wanting to feel the pain of it all.
I wanted to shed the identity off of my fingertips.
Performing a sacrifical ecdysis to shed my genetic blueprints.
Its familiar... A vindictive intoxication.
I welcome it in.
Feeling it stretch for the reins I thought I devoted to obliteration.
I want to strangle the phantasm.
Choke it and cause it's death.
But it eludes my grasp and prances around caressing my every breath.
I can't harm myself with the intent to inject pain.
According to the insane, it's what makes the insane man sane.
To gift my nervous system with a surprise test.
It aced it, perfect score. What else did you expect?