“Temper”

Fiery red, I envision them dead.

Shaky hands,

as I master the plans.

All in my mind, so under control,

"Don't take it further" I hope that they know.

Can't take a breath,

or calm down my heart,

I know that I'll finish,

what I didn't start.

So back in my pocket,

My temper goes.

Hoping never to meet it,

I keep it controlled.