At first it was a melancholic post.
Or at least it was meant to be a melancholic post.
But before i even started writing, these demons come back haunting.
I am a time bomb ticking.
And my sadness is now disgust.
And this is when the demons invade me further.
And i want to gorge the eyes out of the nearest person i can find, stare straight into them as i dig my fingers into their sockets.
This is what anger turns me into.
I am merciless.
I am a monster.
You make me that monster.
