The Burning Red

The burning red consumes my soul,
Broiling inside, filling me whole.
I feel it boil over the top,
It will be my undoing, I cannot stop.
I feel it seep from my pores,
The anger inside untouched and raw,
Threatens to explode, I let it flow,
Unadulterated fury in purest form,
It rises from my body in waves,
The way to pure hatred, it will pave.
I force it back in and take a deep breath,
For I do not want anger to cause my death.