The Reality Of Something Horrible

a dark place has entered my bones. i want nothing more than to smash it into a million pieces is it this feeling or the one im livid with who makes this darkness appear is it without reason or have i finally snapped nothing consumes me more than the blind fury i feel nothing else i shake with the dark colors that fill my aura my thoughts are unclear as to what they want but i am sure of one thing i will go insane here i need this escape from my own mind and the creature that threatnes to rear itself my heart holds no kind emotions. emotions, entirely, lackthereof. my rage is my body, consuming my arms, legs, and torso without my knowledge. i feel my mind separate from this empty and detatched. i feel that if i did not manage to program myself to walk away, i might have found myself releasing everything everything that has.. is... was.... i want to blank it all out and erase it. this darkness. this blind fury. this hate. i feel i am slowly releasing into something else. i decide to sit and reflect. but how long will my mind control my actions before my body takes over? how long will i be able to contain myself and what will it be, that takes me over the edge how far will the edge extend itself until ive finally fallen off? and once fallen, will i find the will to look for anything to catch me or will i simply close my eyes and let the darkness take me? what will happen then without my mind to help what will happen when my body takes over and the darkness seeps out of my mouth and out of my fingertips? and once the darkness consumes me when will it subside? ....will it? when....or if... i wake up from that nightmare will i see what i have done or will i see what has happened will i believe it.. will i... know that i did this? this fear is darkness feeding the dark beast. i do no know how long it will be or how much i can take before it consumes me to the end... i am sure of one thing. while my conscience is still alive and my mind is still salvagable... i am sure that this place will only make it come out that much faster... i feel i am being forced to the edge of sanity and back repeatedly. the darkness like crimson clouding my vision the fear in someones eyes as i approach becoming sweeter and sweeter... every cry of pain stabbing like a knife at a brick wall of hatred and vile things in that time these are things the darkness savours savours, like one would savour delacacies and sweets... the darkness swells and rests so very close to the surface of my skin there are only few people and even fewer situations that decide when or where the beast will return inside of my ligaments and even fewer to take it away...