I have a bit of a temper

Molten fury rises slightly
Look deceiving, keep on smiling
Try to stray from fatal striking
Homicide is considered binding

Compare the iron, so constricting
To the wrath inside that’s building
Is it worth the lifeless living
To remove that which is winning

Though a fist is held in sight
And the truth is hard to hide
Continue with a spiteful mind
Make it home again tonight