Flesh and bones.

The feeling, it's so exhilarating.
You breathe in and out and it gnaws on your insides.
The more you focus on it the dizzier you get.
You lose sense of reality; all you can feel is the pain.
It makes you feel alive, it fills you with accomplishment.
You'll do anything to get it; you'll do anything to keep it.
This is a high.
This is a drug.

And soon enough it enters every part of you.
It becomes you, and you indulge it.
You feel it in your bones.
You feel it in your mind.
You feel it in every corner and edge of your being.

Now, if you concentrate hard enough you can feel it eating you.
You can feel it moving and coursing it’s way through your body.
This isn’t anything to play with; this is God you’re fucking with.
This is God you’re double-crossing.
And your body won’t like it, but it’ll accept it eventually.
It will, or it will die.

If it goes on long enough. If you hold on and resist the urge to quench the need
You’ll start to shake, your mind will race, it’ll bark out orders and if you listen just hard enough you’ll hear.
It’s telling you to turn back.
It’s telling you to give in.
Then your stomach will heave, acid enters your throat.
There’s no turning back now.
You’ll empty your guts into the nearest trashcan, your mind swims, and your throat swallows.

You can try to beat your genetics. You can try to end the war, but once it’s begun,
Once you feel that pang of addiction, you’ll never be able to let go.
Once you start to taste perfection, completion.
Once you’ve neared the end.
God yanks it away.
God is a very selfish man.

God will beat you black and blue. God will yank out your insides.
God will end the war.
But God will win.
And you? You’ll be a bag of bones, lying, crippled on the floor.
What will you do then?
What will you cower behind then, when there is nothing but flesh and bone?