The Voice No One Knows [On Hold]

The Voice Of Anger

In the shadows of our souls, anger reigns,
A voice that whispers in our veins.
It lures us in with promises of power,
But in its grip, we begin to cower.

It feeds on our deepest fears and doubts,
Leads us down dark and twisted routes.
We lash out in blind fury and rage,
Leaving behind a path of destruction, no good end to gauge.

The voice of anger speaks of vengeance and pain,
It consumes us like a relentless, raging flame.
We lose ourselves in its fiery embrace,
And in its wake, there is no saving.

We become slaves to its insatiable hunger,
Drowning in a sea of anger, we begin to wonder.
Is there no escape from this endless cycle of despair?
As we spiral into madness, consumed by our own despair.

The voice of anger leads us down a path of ruin,
Leaving behind a legacy of sorrow, our hearts in ruin.
We are left with nothing but regret and shame,
For we have allowed anger to consume us, leaving us to blame.

So heed the warning, listen to the voice of fallen victims to anger's treacherous treason.
Embrace the shadows, dry your tears,
For in the darkness lies the truth, that only brings fears.