The Current

I feel a current
Rushing through my veins.
But the signals
Aren't sent from my brain.

I want the current
To be electrifying.
To make my hairs prickle,
Stand up on end.

I want the current
To make my body shiver.
To make my very bones
Begin to rattle beneath my skin.

I want the current
To eat me alive.
To show me fear.
Death.
Rebirth.

I want.
I need.
The current.