Don't make me angry,
don't make me lose it.
All this untapped, unfettered rage,
don't make me use it.
My dentrites taut, ready to snap,
just one look, one word
enough to unleash the demonic curse.
Irrational and irrelevant,
this monstrous temper
stalks the heaving Hades of my other self,
any residual sweetness swamped
by the seething lava of Hydra's hate.