The darkness

My desire to watch things burn is something I can't explain. It's like I have this darkness inside of me wanting to burst forth in a screaming rage.

People have used me, tortured me, tormented me, and left me broken.

It never broke me though;

what it did was create a monster that feeds on the fire of rage, pain, and agony in the desire to break people. To hurt. To claw out the eyes of the demons that haunt me in my ears, tell me hurt people.

The battle between Good and Evil rages inside me, and every day I feel like evil gets closer to winning.