darkness i became

revenge consumes, twists, destroys. hollows you out and fills you with emptiness. sometimes this means that you’re desperate enough to let yourself get possessed with a (literal) demon or turn yourself into a devil to satisfy the monstrous rage of your grief stricken heart, consequences be damned. nothing else matters but this.

no matter how conflicted you get, you cannot turn away. you cannot ignore the pain you suffered. you cannot stop, no matter how hard you try, how low you sink, and how much you hate yourself. this madness for vengeance must be sated, even if it means you have to burn yourself alive to fuel your obsession. you’ve gone so far that how could you possibly turn back now?

and after? after everything that happens, can you truly say it was worth it? can you remember the reason you started it all?