The tempest roars within my chest, a beast unchained and wild,
Its claws tear through my sanity, its fangs leave me defiled.
The shadows dance around my heart, in flame they find their kin,
Angerâs fury lights the night, and darkness comes within.
The blood-red sky of wrath ascends, and peace is cast aside,
Injustice stokes the burning flame, it will not be denied.
Each slight, each wound, each bitter word, a spark to feed the blaze,
Until the world is set alight, consumed within its haze.
The storm inside me rages on, a hurricane of pain,
With every breath, the fire grows, and angerâs force does reign.
I am both the storm and calm, a paradox untold,
In angerâs wake, I find myself, in fury uncontrolled.
Yet in the ashes of the fire, a quiet voice does speak,
It whispers of the strength within, in anger we are weak.
To master rage, to quell the storm, this is the truest test,
For peace is born from furyâs end, and calm within our breast.