Calm and slow no fury red,
Almost like the angry me is dead,
No more blissful intoxication,
He doesnt rise to provocation.

Since you came he is so silent,
The joy so wholesome and potent.
Not quite feeling entirely secure,
Knowing inside my Anger cant be lured.

So I ask you to be my only protection,
Keep me safe and open to your affection,
No second line of hidden defenses,
And no lies dishonesty or dark pretenses.

Because even if you walk away,
Anger won't wake to play,
Half my heart I gave to feel,
Something deeper beautiful and totally real.

The cost that I have had to pay,
To wake and feel elation every day.
Is the part of me I relied on most,
No longer acting as his obedient host.