And I accepted his danger, his recklessness. He was mischievous and almost played the villain role because of his acts, his violence. He was cracked at some edges though, it was easy to tell, but he opened up slowly, I saw sides of him you didn't expect to see. Like gentleness; fun; and life. He disguised himself as death so he couldn't have life.
And that's when the primal beast inside all of us takes over, the little voice that tells you to say that nasty remark grows into a deafening roar until you can't think anymore. Then you give in. You collapse, and it emerges, fast and strong and spiteful. All those years of holding in your emotions will pour out in the form of a great monster, indestructible and unapologetic for the misery it will leave behind.