Anger.
Anger rips you apart.
Anger tears at your sanity with gnashing teeth, ripping, ripping. Feel your heart get torn out by the Anger.
The Anger wants you.
The Anger NEEDS you.
Don’t give in to it. Don’t give in to it. Don’t give in to the Anger.
It claws, scratches, burns at you.
Don’t give in to it.
The Anger is knocking, It wants in. It’s pounding, it’s pounding, the door is breaking. Anger is unleashed.
Don’t give in. Don’t give in to it. Don’t give in to you. Don’t give in to…
The Anger has swallowed you whole. You are drowning, sinking lower than ever.
In. The. Anger.

Despair.
Despair is a different type of animal.
It doesn’t thrash, or tear, it simply envelops its victims and quietly smothers them. No blood. No gore. No violence. Just a clean, quick death of millions in one spree.
It’s quite easy really.
Don’t give in. Don’t give in to the Despair. Don’t give in to it. Don’t give in to it.
Despair is the silent murderer. It creeps up on you like a cat stalking prey until it pounces, out of control, spiraling even farther down.
Don’t give in. Don’t give in to it. Don’t give in to you…
Despair has covered you. You can no longer see. It shrouds your life.
It gives a sad smile of content as you spiral lower still-
you didn’t know there was a lower, did you?

Death.
Death is the only option.
Death is escape.
Death is freedom.
You want death, you crave it, if only to get away from the Despair.
Ideas can’t be killed, and Death is the perfect idea. It swoops in unexpectedly and Never. Goes. Away.
Death is knocking at your doorstep.
Death is taking you by the hand.
Death leads you down the path until you reach Death’s final destination.
The dirt covers your face as Death does its dance and takes your life, congratulating Anger and Despair for their job well done.
Death was your only company, but now as the warmth leaves your body, Death waves goodbye and leaves you all alone.
The dark covers you, and as you die, you realize you were dead before Despair even set in.
You were dead when Anger decided it wanted you.
Death is cunning, and you fell victim.