In the depths of whispered dreams,
Lies a path paved in fleeting gleams.
A siren’s call, soft and sweet,
Luring souls to shadowed streets.

The promises dance in vibrant hues,
Offering escapes, a life to choose.
Yet beneath the surface, darkness lies,
Cloaked in whispers, hidden cries.

In the grip of the silent chains,
Hope flickers like distant flames.
A fleeting touch, an aching need,
Consumed by shadows that silently feed.

But in the heart, a spark remains,
A will to break these binding chains.
Through the storm, a dawn to seek,
A voice to rise, a soul to speak.