Rage, it consumes me, destroys me,

Forgiveness, it was something I looked for but do I really want it,

Love, I feel it yet it is not who I am it is not something I want,

Hatred, I love it, it makes me who I am, it creates the glare in my dark eyes besmirched by a lust for violence,

Pain, only mentally do I feel it, the blood I bleed feels good the blade like a soft stroke from her soft hand,

Anxiety, tearing me apart from the inside until I finally implode meeting my foul end,

Hysteria, the disorder and chaos eating away at my soul gashing its way to the core,

Chaos, I greet it with a grin, with excitement, I love it, watching those who thought they were in control fall apart, lose control, watching there soul be crushed in the iron fist of the lord of chaos,

Rage, forgiveness, love, hatred, pain, anxiety, hysteria, chaos, they all belong to me I am them and they consume me, they are who I am they are the figureheads that influence my every decision, some stronger than others yet all contributing to the rotting of my bleeding soul,