Poetic Rage

In the abyss of my despair, shadows dance, A haunting romance, lost in their trance. Melancholy strings play a symphony of art, Revealing the depths where my soul falls apart. A labyrinth unravels, my mind a twisted maze, Grovels with sanity, caught in a dark haze. The moon weeps, casting an eerie glow, As my echo wanders, lost in its own shadow. Beneath the surface, a tempest roars, Locked in wars, demons forever soar. Scarlet ink spills, staining the page, Words of pain and passion, a poetic rage.