me

When the rage took hold I no longer hurt. All I can see now is red. She's hurt me so much that the monsters come back. I fear what I am capable of.
The man made of rage is much stronger than the man I've fought so hard to be. He can do anything and will. Its time i channel this. Let the hate take over.
Hearts like mine just aren't meant to be cherished , of this I am constantly reminded. The fire of rejection burning in the kiln of misery has cooked my heart in to a fine stone hard and blackened. Its a work of art but not one you'll ever see in any museum or s****y gallery. Its the kind you hide away because to look upon it would taint even the purest of souls.
I refuse to hide it Any longer. the collaborative efforts of the artist that created this macabre masterpiece should be shared with everyone. I want the world to know what a man can become if given far to much to bare. I want the dark inside of me to touch you all. I want it to take control of you if only for awhile so you may understand this kind of turmoil.