Today I saw a wasp buzzing in my window. I was a quiet calm. That hidden dragon crouching tiger kinda calm. Suddenly the fly swatter was cradle in my hand. Watching playfully still as I observed primally again and again. Suddenly I was in survival mode again. But this time this wasp oblivious to me. As my darker instincts toyed with me again and again. I hit him once. I hit him twice. He was worst than a Scot from brave heart coming back like a zombie again and again. Though two more hits was overkill. Suddenly I felt pity. So I walked away. Trying to clear the red corrode my brain. Violence became this dark persona I didn't even want to this miserable insect just barely crawling. Put him out of his misery. My subconscious fighting me as always Again and again. Knowing I wouldn't win this time. This darker reflection molded me again. I swayed the fly swatter swift was the ideal of poison. One knockout entirely a haunting quiet to existence. This lethal silence for the third time in my life. I showed mercy yet conviction again and again. Before that I harmed pillows a wall and metal part of door which I left a dent in after a emotional distressing phone call and another door but that was the only horror I ever done. Now a lifeless tiny wasp corpse and it's head. Just lethal silence. For something so tiny that never existence again. Yet in the quiet. There was just me again. The human that people once saw as evil. Just suddenly shifting from good to evil. Knowing love was genuine ferocious emotion this black hearted monster only knew in the end.