Angry Sunset

Burning hot and red like sunset’s sun separating the mountains and the sky

Anger combusts in violent explosions within and refuses to die

Like the mountains and sky binding the sun, I am split into two 

Anger provides a thrill, makes me feel alive, but hurts others, so I don’t know what to do

I build up a wall strong as I can around it, but that doesn’t mean any less it doesn’t burn like the sun

One part of me fights to stay together with everything, the other wants to come undone

I fear feeling empty without the high, I fear what my high does to those around me

I fear what happens if anger holds its ground, I fear what happens if it should flea

I do my best to restrain myself, but that doesn’t make it go away

That just buries it deep to come out in an explosion another day

My heart, tongue and fists are not tamed, they’re just in a cage

They always escape my happy facade and betray my rage

Light and darkness held in balance, this sunset never ends though

Which is in the future and what victory or defeat mean, I do not know

I can’t fight it because I’m torn as to what it means to lose or win

Do I need the thrill of the anger or can I feel alive without the outlashes of anger and sin?

Hotter and more explosive than the sun, anger burns in my heart

And like the sun separating the mountains and the sky, it keeps tearing me apart