Temper

That fast pressure,
Is attracting quick breath,
Dragging the blood to a hot point,
Within a twisted heart.
That piercing emotion,
Leading a soul to darkness,
Double blinded in a foggy mood,
The sneaking whisperer is busy.
Take a deep breath at once,
Sure the ears can hear,
Even if the heart is blind,
The eyes are wide.
Don’t let the whisperer run in the veins,
So chant some incantations,
The whisperer shall be cast away.