In the heart of the tempest, I stand,
A soul set ablaze by the fury within.
Waves of rage crash against the shore,
Eroding the calm, leaving turmoil in its wake.

Eyes burn with the fire of countless suns,
A seething cauldron of bitter discontent.
Every heartbeat echoes the drum of war,
A relentless march to the edge of sanity.

The sky, a canvas of stormy hues,
Reflects the turmoil that churns inside.
Lightning strikes, a testament to wrath,
As thunder roars, a symphony of chaos.

But in the eye of the storm, a fleeting peace,
A moment’s respite from the swirling rage.
Yet the fire smolders, never truly quelled,
Ready to ignite at the slightest spark.