In the shadow of the moonless night,
Lies a heart, broken and unseen,
Whispers of torment in the quiet,
The deep pain, a haunting dream.

Tears that fall like autumn leaves,
Each drop, a story of despair,
The soul, it silently grieves,
For the love that was never there.

Echoes of a past that lingers,
In the corners of a weary mind,
Pain wraps around like ghostly fingers,
Leaving solace hard to find.

Yet, within the darkest sorrow,
A flicker of hope remains,
For even in the bleakest morrow,
The heart seeks to break its chains.