The fire I fed

Wrath.

The distant melody of chagrin flowed through my veins

I allowed it

I made it

It was like a tattoo on me

I fought different wars everyday

My peace destroyed

Shattered

I didn’t mind it

Rage moved in me like a snake moving in the grass

It spoke to me

It twisted my stories

My thoughts

I took pleasure in it

I delved in the fear of others towards me

I basked in it

It burnt everything around me

I became bitter

It felt right

It felt like ecstasy