Hello, fellow readers of the Dark Return and the Bunny Rabbit, if there are any of them. Here is where I come to do what I do best -- tell you things.
I come today to share with you something that must be brought up, because like the title says it happens to the best of us.
It's the darkness. That dark part inside of a person that they are scared to visit, scare to reach out and embrace, scared to bring to the surface for the simple fact that that very thing could be their oblivion. I know that that sounds like something from a bad movie, but this is different. The demons in the real world are alot worst, because they are just that. Real. Tangible just like you and I, because they are just that, you and me. They walk amongst us with they same eyes that you see, and the same mouth that you speak with, because they are you. You are your own demon. You are the very bane of your existence. But the problem is that you don't know what would set this demon loose, to walk amongst people. And if you do, then you are even more frigthened of what might happen if you were to let loose, and be truly free.
I know mine. It is my rage. No, not the kind of rage that you see on The Lifetime Channel (Programming for Women) I am not that bad. I am worst. And no, I would not put my hands on a woman, if that is what you are thinking. The problem arises when I get angry, yes it takes a while, and alot of work to do that, and I am glad that I have gotten it down that far, but it is still there. When that happens, there is no more right and wrong, no morals and values, no judgement system that we must abide. My demon creates true anarchy. Not that one that those lonely goth kids scream about having, the type of anarchy that is shown in the Fist of the North Star (anime, not movie). The world becomes a bleak existence of itself, until I can no longer contain myself, until there is no more voice telling me that I shouldn't do something, until there is no more thoughts of jail sentences, warrants, and arrests. Until there is nothing me and my apparent enemy. And then the demon takes holds, and I am forced to watch as my body and brain begin to react on their own, and it moves in way that I couldn't believe, and acts in ways that I would never act, and then strikes in ways that I would never strike, until there is nothing left. And then I have to stand there and watch, as I have a renewal of the world, not understanding what just happened, adn why are there people standing around me, and why is there blood on my hand, and why is this body in front of me twitching violently with blood covering my face. I am left a broken and confused man, as people ask me what happened, and I respond, " I don't know" and " I can't tell you" when they ask how did I do that. I am left alone again, with nothing to show for my last encounter except that final image of me standing over them with this look of confusion on my face.
And today, it happened again. Today, there was someone that I said that I could never hit, and she approached me with a fury of profanity and flailing lips, only to appease the crowd with her antics, and spunk. This isn't her, not the samw girl that I know. Not the same girl that I sat with at the top of the staircase, not her. Not the same girl that I hugged on until I felt a little less high. Not her. Now, she has changed. A new person, with a new attitude provided by the men that insult her enough to get some play, and she lets them.
And now I face a dilemna -- give in to the darkness and rid myself of one problem, only to face another, or deal with this one and all of its reprecussions?
Osirus Lee Community Member 
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