In whispers of the night it calls,
A siren’s song of sweet decay,
Promises of escape and flight,
Yet chains it weaves with every sway.
The mind, a battlefield of dreams,
Torn between the light and dark,
Each promise hides a thousand screams,
As hope flickers with a dying spark.
A dance with shadows, cold embrace,
Illusions paint a fleeting sky,
But in the mirror’s haunting face,
The truth lies bare, no place to hide.
In silent tears beneath the moon,
Redemption’s path seems far away,
Yet in the depths of nightâs cocoon,
Awaits the dawn of a brighter day.