It starts with a low growl, and develops into a bark
It creeps up without warning, and never misses its mark
The usually lovely person, now in contrast stark
It can be anything, and immediately it would spark
Try reasoning, or counting to a hundred
Try telling yourself you are getting there, you will hurt your kindred
Try avoiding, or simply trying to say you will not get there
But sure as hell, you will, and then all of Satan in his glory you will bare
Words that cut deep, phraces that hurt
Callously from your mouth you will happily blurt
Your eyes like fire, each senew each bone each muscle tense
Even to you, the transformation does not make sense !
Why does it grip you so wholly - why are you not in control
Each time it happens, you lose a part of your soul
Once it subsides, you take a look around you
And understand that it is far worse than you ever thought true
My biggest nemisis - my biggest enemy - my biggest woe
Anger - you I will conquor - and then, live in content forever more...
