I tighten my grip on the moment and wince against the force, my thoughts, abrupt and untameable, run riot through reason, and tested and tortured I accelerate towards the first eruption incapable of calm, angry am I and I mean harm my will fragmented I fight to keep control, unpredictable and erratic, I am derived of this beast unleashed on my soul, if reason could conquer I would pray for all incapable of calm, angry am I and I mean harm but limited are the merits of my foe, suddenly departed and in its place hastens despair, curtailed at the brink of destruction I stand bereft and abandoned, the penitent man, angry I was defeated I am.
