Explore the relentless cycle of My's anger, where every outburst reverberates within, amplifying the fury.
Hmmm Kalay kiros on the music
In the shadows where the echoes grow,
Every word a spark, a flame to stoke,
Time unwinds in twisted threads,
Each second ticking, anger spreads.
Whispers in the dark, they start to rise,
A storm within, where no one flies.
Rage, it coils, a serpent's bite,
In the night, it takes its flight,
Every beat, a pulse of fire,
In the void, it starts to tire.
Days bleed into nights, a ceaseless flow,
Anger's grip, it starts to show,
Every glance, a dagger's thrust,
In the heart, it cuts, it rusts.
Echoes in the mind, they start to swell,
A tempest brewing, where none can quell.
Rage, it coils, a serpent's bite,
In the night, it takes its flight,
Every beat, a pulse of fire,
In the void, it
