I hear the voices in my head,
Whispering low, demanding dread,
"Smash their skulls, watch them fall,
Crush their bones, avenge it all."
The urge is clear, the pull is fierce,
They tell me no one would shed a tear.
Justice sleeps, the world moves on,
But I feel the rage like the rise of dawn.
I don’t listen, though I yearn to break,
To release the fury for my own sake.
The craving's sharp, the hunger deep,
But I know the cost I’d always keep.
Escaping thoughts like these is pain,
Each one a knife, each one a chain.
It tears me down, ignites a fire,
While they walk free, devoid of ire.
For every sin they left unpaid,
For wounds inflicted, never swayed
It festers, grows, a deadly thirst,
A vengeful scream that feels like curse.
But still I hold, though fingers slip,
The urge to strike, to let it rip.
The price too high, the scars too raw,
I can’t erase what the law won’t draw.
So I endure, the blade in hand,
Every thought a fiery brand.
They walk untouched, their sins remain,
While I burn silently, bound by this chain.
Each day a war I choose to fight,
Against the voices in the night.