63 - Nightly
Eden
It's always the same process, every single damn time. As if I knew it even before it ever happened to me. It starts with a faint chill creeping up my spine as if my body has a life of its own like that life is gaining consciousness, and it hates my guts. Then, before I even know, my whole body is burning, as if someone had summoned the eternal, never-dying hellfire inside my anatomical architecture. It won't go away unless it completely devours me, reduces me to the ashes. I doubt anyone has ever known that feeling, the feeling that you were born out of a pure, unadulterated ball of hatred, a result of the destructive surge of anger the universe has displayed from time to time throughout the eons.