In the shadowed corners of a restless mind,
Rage simmers beneath a fragile facade,
A tempest waiting to break the chains,
To spill its fire upon the silent night.

The heart beats with a thunderous roar,
Each pulse a cry against the world’s deceit,
Eyes burn with the intensity of a thousand suns,
As fury dances like wild flames in the dark.

Words, sharp as daggers, pierce the silence,
Echoing in the chambers of a wounded soul,
Tears of molten anger carve their path,
Leaving scars upon the canvas of despair.

Yet in this storm of relentless rage,
A glimmer of strength begins to rise,
For from the ashes, a new resolve is born,
A phoenix emerging from the flames of ire.