A tempest brews within my chest, a storm of crimson fire,
Unleashing fury’s fiercest roar, a beast that won’t retire.
It claws and burns, a savage force, relentless in its might,
Consuming peace, eclipsing calm, and swallowing the light.
Eyes aflame with molten wrath, a blaze that sears the soul,
Each breath a scorching inferno, a flame beyond control.
Words erupt like molten lava, scorching all they touch,
In the throes of blazing anger, a force thatâs all too much.
Unyielding rage, a tidal wave, it crashes through my veins,
Drowning reason, flooding sense, leaving only pains.
The world turns red, a fiery haze, as fury takes its toll,
A wrathful beast unleashed at last, devouring my whole.
Yet in the aftermath of fire, when ashes cool to gray,
A silence falls, a void remains, where once the rage held sway.
The embers fade, the storm subsides, and clarity returns,
But the scars of fiery rage endure, a lesson harshly learned.