Infested.

It's like sinking. Quicksand. A gradual deterioration. Of body and mind.
It's like a roller coaster. Rising, flying high. On top of the universe.
Pulsing up the slope. Going higher & higher. Above everything.
You can recognize yourself in the distance. Waving.
A sharp turn. Down you plummet. Facing the monster.
Waiting to greet it.
It'll eat you whole.

Swerve. Crash. Boom.

Fingernails. Dirty, caked with grime. Scratching at your flesh. Covered in holes from the hits.
Bugs swarm. Underneath your skin. Crawling. Creeping. Hunting for food.
Injection. Shoots like a speeding bullet, swimming swiftly through your veins.
Racing in close caverns like a rabies-infested rat. The high hits you. Smacks you.

You gorge on the high. On the sensation that has taken your body captive.
You open your gluttonous mouth. Let out a shrill, shattering shriek.

The monster has won.
You. Are. Defeated.