Like molten lava red and hot
It swells from in below
Takes me to a tragic place
Where happiness does not go.

An excitation like no other
Uncomfortable, not unique
For others too know this wrath
Others just as weak

10, 9, 8 we count
Until we get to 1
To ease away away the fury
And get back to where we belong

And then once more some petty event
Ignites rage from his slumber
To lead again to the place
When I am at peace no longer.