Whispers echo in the shadows of the soul,Where broken dreams and twisted thoughts reside.The moon’s gaze is a silent, watchful eye,Guiding the lost through corridors of doubt.

A dance of chaos beneath the starlit veil,Where reason fades and madness takes its hold.The heart beats in frantic, wild rhythms,As sanity slips through trembling fingers.

In the mirror’s reflection, a stranger peers,A fractured image of what once was whole.The lines blur between reality and illusion,In this endless maze of the mind’s creation.

Yet in the madness, a strange beauty blooms,In colors unseen by the waking world.For within the chaos, there lies a truth,A hidden wisdom that only the broken know.