Words as sharp as a double edged hand sword

Roll off my tongue with very little thought.

Though, the cabinet is where they are stored.

Before the last release the swords are caught.

Uncontrollable rampage is throughout;

Flaring ferociously like flashing fire.

Uncontrollable temper is no doubt;

It is something of me that I admire.

Secrecy is held in my running mind.

However, choices are made for passion.

The balance from low and high, I must find;

Endless intellect is no ration.

Swords jabbing through those which I care much for.

Swords jabbing through me which will always store.