In the quiet corners of a forgotten mind,
Lies a whisper, soft like the evening mist.
Dreams once vibrant, now merely shadows,
Fading into the abyss of longing despair.

The heart, a vessel heavy with sorrow,
Seeks solace in the gentle embrace of night.
Stars flicker faintly, like hopes dwindling,
In the vast canvas of an endless void.

Voices echo in the hollow chambers,
Remnants of laughter, now distant echoes.
Time weaves its tapestry of solitude,
Binding the soul in threads of silent tears.

Yet beneath the cloak of eternal night,
A flicker remains, a stubborn ember.
Yearning for dawn, for light to awaken,
The spirit from the depths of despair.