Within each of us there is a darkside.
A bottomless pit which harnesses all
of our anger, rage, and hate.
Locked away in a steel safe beneath a
veneer of civility and smiles.
Laying under kindness, generosity, and
Yet, as in us all, sometimes the
safe is broken.
All that has been locked away,
never to be seen, resurfaces.
At that point all forms of altruism,
compassion, self-restraint are lost.
Vanished. As if they never even
existed at all.
The primal nature of anger, hate,
and man takes over.
A metamorphosis occurs.
Like a lycanthrope orr banshee,
All that was once known is lost.
Gone. Without a trace.