In the shadow of the twilight’s gleam,
Lies a hollow heart in a dreamless seam.
Echoes of silence whisper low,
In the depths where sorrows flow.

A vacant sky where stars should be,
Reflects the void inside of me.
No gentle breeze, no rustling leaves,
Just empty nights and the soul that grieves.

The dawn breaks with a muted hue,
Yet nothing stirs, no morning dew.
A world so vast, yet so confined,
In solitude, the heart resigned.

Among the echoes, the soul does roam,
Seeking solace, a place called home.
In emptiness, a quiet plea,
For light to fill this endless sea.