D I D

My inner voice changes, as day turns to night. While one stays complacent, the other only wants to fight. In daylight, so sweet, a peaceful love maker. When night comes, just rage, a vicious peace taker. I should have fought back, not listened to the pleas. But I failed completely, and chaos spread like disease. I was hurting and weak, all it took was that distraction. The rage built and took over, my inner voice moved to action. The blaze started small, but it soon grew in size, It consumed everything, the fire dazzled in my eyes. I went back only once, to see what I had done. But there was nothing to see, because everything was gone.