How did it come to this?
What went wrong?
Why must it always be my fault?
Why must I always endure the feeling of being the cause of everything, it was too painful and each time it felt like a part of me was about to be ripped apart until nothing was left. How long before this feeling ends? How long before I escape this hell?
It was happening again… the same sea of flames, eating up everything like a hungry monster made for destruction, taking everything in its heat, and burning it into nothing. And once again I was at the center of it.
Standing motionless and helpless, watching as the flames feast on everything, unable to move, there was no stopping these flames... it was made to do their work and that was only to eat everything up until there was nothing left. I could feel the rage, the pain, and the unquenchable taste for destruction. It was insatiable.
