ANGER

The anger inside me
It wells
It makes a ball
And it hardens like magma from a volcano
But the inside, the inside is not cooled, only the outside is cooled, and when more lava spills it goes on the hardness and it makes the ball bigger
The ball gets bigger and bigger and bigger
More and more and more
Why are you putting more and more on me?
The ball of lava is warming and cooling
But as I'm falling down
I am the ball of lava, I have turned into it; I have turned into a fiery ball of cool rock holding in liquid fire
And as I'm falling down
I explode
Smothering the bystanders around me with screaming liquid fire
but I, oh I forget it all