Captive

It's said the anger builds up rather strangely in the quiet folk.

You cannot remember it's conception, anger, unlike any other emotions, doesn't have a clear conception time in the people like me. You cannot know when it started to build up. Time passes, you become subjected to the injustices like any other people in the world, but as the time passes, you don't do anything, you just stand there, motionless, you just watch, watch as your enemies wear smiley faces, you watch as they take your hand, wish you their very best and you know, you know when you look into their eyes, you see the lies, you see the cowardice, you see the fear that put them through the way they were on. Instinctively, they know you know it and they fear it.

But they don't know about The Darkness you hold. You count the time and realize, you've become a prisoner of That Darkness, once it was a faint shadow of it's self but now it has become a sea of blackness, a dark sea of negative emotions, hate, disgust, anger, dissapointment.

If you possess the will, you can take it, you can let it grow in your endless sea of your soul as it takes it's roots. You see your White Room engulfed in flames, you see the trees are but choal but still alive, feeding on the imaginative blood of your enemies, reveling on the hate that is growing inside of you.

Yet you take no action, you just stand and watch, you observe the people who cross the same paths as you cross it.

The sad part is, when the hate grows so strong, so deep, you realize you used all available feelings and morality inside of you to feed that rage. Hope, Love, Longing, Loyalty and all of these feelings becomes a simple log for you to feed it to the flames of your undying rage.

And when you are out of fuel, you start the burn all those that's left. Your memories, they burn away like simple branches, you destroy everything you hold dear to keep the flames burning. Sheer anger of doing this becomes the sole purpose of living. You set course on the way to ultimate destruction, for your enemies, but for the ultimate destruction, you pay the ultimate price. You become a vessel for vengeance, and after that there is no turning back, your soul becomes so corrupt and black, you cannot see anything from inside. The only thing fuels your broken spirit becomes the need for vengeance.

You no longer hold any interest in Justice or what is right.

You show no interest in balancing the scales.

You just want to destroy those scales, you want to crush the very concept of Justice.

You spend restless nights, dreaming about how will they scream, how will they cry, how will they suffer.

It becomes your ultimate goal.

Your Raison d'etre.

And the most dangerous thing is, you are aware of who you are and you learn to keep it at bay, for the right time...