I am gasoline on gasoline on gasoline
A match away from lighting
A blink away from lightning
The heat, the fire
It’s blinding
Burn, burn, it’s burning
Surges of anger returning
Washing over me; consuming me
I am drowning in a sea of red
As quickly as it comes, it vanishes
The storm stills; rage banishes
Seeing clearly without the malevolence
Returned to find the ravages
It painted the walls
Scarlet
What’s wrong with me
What’s wrong with me
In the absence of hostility
I reside here but inside it’s
Just the remains
Of an abandoned home
It’s empty
All that you’ll find here
Are the ashes
Of my temper
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