Wrath

I sit here,
thinking of times past,
with the devil on my shoulder,
the anger on the mast.

Will this wrath consume me,
or will I beat it down.
Will the love prevail,
or will my friend drown.

Should I catch him off guard,
or give him a fair fight.
Should I go to sleep,
or commit murder tonight.

His life lies in my hands,
His death at my fingertips,
Shall I take the gift of life,
or give back with deep sips.

Let the life remain on the earth I shall,
Take a deep breath and step back from the flail.

I won't take his life tonight,
But I shall give him a fair warn,
To back off and stay away,
Before his eyes from the sockets are torn.