Red.
Blinding.
Miserable.
Yet enjoyable.
Tell me:
If you've felt so much pain,
Do you eventually become adapted to the feeling?
Even to the point that you start to love it?
I enjoy pain. It suites me quite nicely.
Numbs the dread that follows when sharing the parts of yourself the world was never supposed to see.
It's akin to a drug.
Makes your problems temporarily disappear from your mind.
Calloused emotion that disrupts everything you've worked so hard to maintain.
Passion.
Hatred.
Incoherent destruction of your carefully constructed facade.
Taking up every available space in your mind.
Everything else shuts down,
Suffocating in the smothering heat.
Uncontrollable.
Deadly.
Piercing.
Scarred and unrelenting.
Determined.
Haunting.
Strong.
Anger.
