The Fire Within !

You feel the heat bubbling in your ears. You feel the amber burning deep inside where it hurts. The stillness dissolves into something raw, primal — an emotion so fierce it makes you want to breathe fire. You know it by name: Rage.

Rage consumes you. It devours logic, discards practicality, and seeps into the core of who you are. Your personality roars into overdrive, forcing you to question what you were and what you will become. You’ve met this emotion before. You are no stranger to Rage.

This is not anger. It does not stem from irritation or injustice. Rage is older, darker — a primal inheritance carved into us by millennia of survival. Perhaps it was Rage that drove a distant Homo erectus to slay the mountain lion that took his child, to wear its skin as a declaration of triumph. That same flame still flickers within us. You wear it as Rage.

Your adrenaline glands work overtime, flooding your body with unbearable energy until your head feels ready to explode. The pain only intensifies the fury. You endure it, understanding it for what it is. Rage.

You do not seek comfort. You wish to become Shiva the Destroyer — a force of unmaking. Your hunger fuels it. Your body’s old aches feed it. Your memories of betrayal and love lost become kindling. You are the vessel, and Rage is the fire burning within.

Rage pulls you close, whispering promises of destruction. It tempts you toward self-ruin, to implode from within. You no longer chase your own desires; you chase its purpose. Rage’s purpose.

Your child, your mother, your best friend — they reach out to you with love, with concern. You understand their worry, but Rage does not differentiate. It feels nothing but its own pulse.

Eventually, Rage retreats. What follows is disappointment — an old companion. You have known it, mastered it, made peace with it. And in that familiarity, Rage becomes almost human. Almost relatable.

Then, like a divine weapon, you become its instrument — a spinning chakra in the hand of a god, seeking the next demon to destroy.

Your head hits the ground. Dust clings to your lips and teeth. Rage has fulfilled its purpose.

Rage. Death. Are they any different? Age kills slowly, cell by cell. Rage does the same — from the inside out. If it consumes your life, then what remains to die? Rage makes you want to kill and destroy, to burn and vanish.Rage demands vengeance. Rage knows no forgiveness. Rage has no mercy.

I am Rage!!!