Do you want to know how I feel right now?
Peer into the eyes of my newest victim as their body forces them to bow.
Wearing a blood stained shirt while licking blood off my palm.
Victim grasped by fear while I smile coldly and calm.
She looks up at me and I flick her in her head.
Her body falls back; emotions leaking from of her chest. Yes, she is emotionally dead.
To finish off my work of art, I crushed her precious heart.
And in turn further spread the pain within my emotionless heart.
So to suppress the hurt from my internal infliction
I must drench my hands in others emotions to support my dopamine addiction.
You don’t know how good those feelings taste.
From sadness to happiness nothing ever goes to waste.
Strangely there was something wrong with this last meal.
The feelings tasted too raw; I was fooled by their delicate appeal.
From then on, each feeling I encountered was just as raw as my first one.
Slowly my stomach began to feel full moments after my feast had begun.
The mind fiends for the dopamine, but the stomach can no longer digest the emotions.
The body struggles to fend off hunger while enduring the internal hierarchy commotions.
Why now? Couldn’t this have waited until I’d gotten older?
Soon I began to see my victims and hear their voices within my head grow louder.
Haunted by their memories; they attempt to induce my insanity.
Screaming, holding my head using all forms of profanity.
The noise slowly seeped in to the deepest parts of me.
Revealing emotions that laid hidden subconsciously.
My body started to heat up, peaking at critical mass.
Skin cracking, mind opening, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.
Old and foreign emotions finally mixed together in a bodily composition.
Now forcing my mind to come to an agreeable proposition.
I will feel the change of my world through every pore and orifice.
For now watch as I mimic my insect counterpart through my human metamorphosis.
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Have you read Chapter 1: Free the Beast by C. Davis?