I dont understand this feeling, this dislike, this dark undercurrent for I cannot find the reason of its existence. But it exists, its there, and it burns.

Weird, weird. The type of burning where with the want to overpower, to simply show who is better.
Well, I already do know of course. But this thing inside, urges me to flaunt it. Be pressed under the thumb.

Not a desire to win, but a dark yearning to crush. Crushed till you can climb back no more.

Dark indeed.

What a dislike for hypocrisy and gossip, espcially when most have looked but do not see.

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Just the thought, burrows my eyebrows.

But! after this, I let it go =)

Where there exists such a feeling.
That everyone wins
but me

And it all comes haunting back at me.
Snarling, growling, crying

God, draw me o draw me away
from the inside out
draw me, o draw me away