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.