Damaging Calm

Swirling, chaotic, unending, torturous, darkness. Black as the deepest black, he sits, wondering how could she nurture his dark side. This blinding rage that fills his soul, is so foreign, he’s usually so calm, and collected. But she is starting to damage his calm. This music isn’t helping, nothing does. It just builds and builds the temperament slowly getting worse and worse. This poison is killing him, if he doesn’t release it, he will explode. But where does he turn to let loose the torrential hatred? How can he loose this torment on others and live with himself. To be or not to be violent, THAT is the question. Does he continue to proliferate, or does he release upon the masses. Which is the lesser of two evils, to die from his own abomination, or does he smite those who cause this?