A furnace burns within my chest, No solace found, no time for rest. The world a ruse, a fragile snare, I tread on lies that taint the air. An anger roars, a beast unbound, Its echoes claw beneath the sound. Fear coils tight, a shadow's breath, Each step I take, a dance with death Apathy reigns, the hollow king, No truth remains, no song to sing. Unreliable voices, whispers decay, Guiding me wrong, then drifting away. The path ahead, a minefield fraught, Eggshell truths, a fragile thought. Misunderstood, my burden grows, Yet through the chaos, the fire still glows.
