Have you ever felt that feeling; a feeling words can't desire to say. The blood that runs through your veins at a speed that light can’t beat. It’s dark but some how you can see. See that you have no control, but all of it at the same time. Contradicting

That phantom urge to end a life or idea of one.

Striking of a fist, sparks interest to unknown surge. It’s not anxiety. It’s not panic. It’s not sadness nor depression. It is being unhappy, joyfullybroken rage. A fire that burns with only oxygen. Is power hidden within walls, misunderstanding trials, trauma and love. This energy is unknown to most. It’s a power that breaks you.Theres no cure. It doesn’t go away, it control of your everlasting body. It makes you peasant in the box that you can’t do anything about but it’s contradicting.