I was enraged Possessed by the desire to be even. I was on a warpath, seeking to inflict pain on the world. I felt it "slowly poisoning and corrupting what was within". My mind was enslaved to wrath, my heart harboured so much hate i felt it as i breathed, it was choking. My fists clinched and my body shook with rage. It frightened me, it frightened me cause i wanted to cling to that hate, i wanted it to drive me. I no longer wanted to hear my thoughts. I tried to drown them in the loudest music i had but i could still hear myself as the music faded. Liquor only helped for a moment after which it started to enhance the whispers in the back of my mind, filling me with confidence to carry out the desires of my heart. I felt it all. Every insult, humiliation and abuse, every negative emotion. Every single emotion i had ever suppressed seeking to lash out at the world. I felt it all raw and untamed...