In the shadows of the night, where whispers linger,
Pain and suffering dance, an eternal stinger.
Through the corridors of the heart, they stride,
Leaving marks unseen, where tears reside.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
A silent cry, a sorrowful flow.
In the quiet of the soul’s deepest groan,
Pain and suffering carve their throne.

The wind carries tales of broken dreams,
Of silent screams and muffled streams.
In the realm where hope seems frail,
Pain and suffering weave their tale.

Yet, within the cracks, a light may shine,
A strength born from the wounds, so divine.
For in the depths of darkest night,
Pain and suffering give way to light.