I created it just last night when the destructive side of mine rose so strongly within my throat. Whenever that personality awakes, I barely give anyone a little bit mercy while usually in my normal mode I would never feel such aggressive attitude. And I only want to destroy things, especially things I love the most. I wanted to say the rudest words I hadn't ever said, I wanted to hurt others in the way I hadn't ever tried, I wanted to paint things in the tones of rage and vengence.
Yet, I ended up painting it in tears because I knew if it had been real, I would have had lost all the things I loved though I had never had.
So the feeling stuck badly, between to never have it at the end of the destruction or to always observe from afar in desperate desire.
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