In the quiet of twilight’s gentle embrace,Whispers call from shadows deep,A siren’s song in an endless chase,Promising solace in restless sleep.
The heart beats in erratic rhythm,A captive to the pulse of desire,Chasing ghosts through the prism,Of a life set endlessly afire.
In the mirror, a reflection fades,Eyes searching for the soul that hides,Bound by chains of invisible shades,Where truth and illusion collide.
Yet beneath the weight of endless night,Lies a spark of unwavering grace,A hope that burns with quiet might,To break free and find a place.