BrEAThing Havoc

I would see a monster brewing inside, deep inside where it has nowhere to hide but to brood and spew out at the last conceiving moment of time. There would be no stopping it. I can’t control it. It grips me like a gaseous notion sucking the very fragments of my being. It wants to wreak havoc. Welcome chaos. Befriend suffering and tame fiery flame with pain and rewards of blood and flesh. I’d be careful if I were you. Sometimes you don’t know what I am capable of. You don’t know the overwhelming power within that can really be interpreted as utter wrath combined with darkness or better yet, a hybrid of a yearning for complete destruction. I don’t care what is destroyed. I want it all to be destroyed. I want you to feel what you could never feel. I want you to burn lightly. I want you to live every second of your life in agonizing nonstop pain. It will be delivered to you in intervals but make no mistake. There will not be a lapse of it. O how such sounds bring explosions of fireworks to my being. I feel so alive only in these intense moments of pain. Pain, why does it have to be pain? I am completely obsessed with pain. I love it, need it, want it, crave it, live it for so long that is all I am. I am nothing else but I will be your nightmare. I will be the one who pulls out your heart to disintegrate it. I will be the one to stop your inconsiderate flaws. You will see all you have done. Not just to me but to all you have touched with your filth. I just want to watch. Cry my name in the beseeching of your life.