The fiery arms of anger
Would dissolve me into
Ashes, if anything was to devour
My deteriorating self.

The blazing flame
Would burn my attire
To leave me naked
In utter ruin.

The ignited hands of rage
Would fry any demeanor
Of repression and cage
To sulk one in grief
Of causing, yet,
Another pain and destruction.

If anything was to annihilate me,
It would be my ravenous anger.
Along with a collateral damage
Of that surrounds me.