Anger is a rope
That burns your hand when held too tight
At first, a mighty tool we thought
Now implements your punishment
As the hangman ties the knot
Anger is a rope
When cinched, it comes full circle
Once, a simple toy we learned to climb
Now, a prison where you trapped yourself
Stranded at the top, the devil your guide
Anger is the rope
That which ties can also snare
Always, when we bind ourselves to sinking stones
We lose our final freedom to escape
Forever bound by ties we hold.