In the shadows of dark insanity,
Where whispers echo through the night,
A mind lost in haunting vanity,
Seeks solace where there is no light.

The moon casts a ghastly glow,
On the path of twisted dreams,
A labyrinth where phantoms grow,
And silence shatters into screams.

Within the depths of endless fear,
Reality distorts and breaks,
Each breath a whisper, crystal clear,
As sanity slowly forsakes.

Yet in this realm of dark despair,
A fragile hope begins to rise,
For even in the midnight air,
The dawn awaits with silver skies.