A little on Anger.

The soul lights the fire
And the chest holds the embers,
And the beast licks it fingers
As it rips apart the carcass.
And the hole grows larger
And the shade grows deeper
And the brow hangs lower
As the clouds grow cloudy over the untouched stream,
You look inside yourself to find nothing but steam.
And the kettle's sides are tickled with warmth,
As the steam rises and bellows forth.
When something inside has been especially slashed,
The ropes on the pulley are severed and dashed.
Down falls the elevator, and it sinks into a pit,
And demons fly up and climb all over it.
For it's not until you scream,
That you feel your heart gleam.