HEY! MR. RAGER!

He lives in all of us. We all know him and we all have at one time or another let him take control. he's the voice that says "fuck it". you can ignore him all you want but his words become deafening after so long. the whispers become screams, the words become speeches and his nonsense becomes reason. He won't get you killed but he can get you hurt, your pain is the reason he exist. not to cause but to numb it. He wants to help in his own twisted way. trust me when I say that he is your strongest opponent and you're weakest ally all at once. He protects you from the very things he attracts. He is in definition, your pain, your sorrow and your anger embodied. I fear his existence. BUT I DO ACCEPT IT. for denying him is pointless, when you keep it bottled up it'll just burst at the wrong moments. when you're high and drunk he's out and about while your regular self enjoys the buzz. You will never meet him but everyone around you knows him all too well. I had him contained. or at least I thought I did. When I drink he begins to show himself, when I Black out it is him who keeps me going and keeps me safe. when I'm high he is happy, and allows me to be free from my troubles for a while. This man answers to nobody. He fears none. He respects few, and likes fewer.  He only wants one thing in return for the freedom he offers. He wants complete control while you enjoy his relief. I unlike most accepts his terms. He is the monster under your bed. He is the skeleton in your closet. He is forever. He is the Rager