In the silence of the night, whispers of despair,
Shadows dance upon the walls, a haunting affair.
The moon hides behind clouds, a reluctant guide,
Leading lost souls through a world where hope has died.

Beneath the weight of dreams that never took flight,
Footsteps falter in the endless, consuming night.
A heart burdened with echoes of forgotten laughter,
Seeking solace in the void that follows after.

The sun rises, yet the light feels cold and distant,
Each day a reminder of battles lost, persistent.
Time drips like rain, eroding the fragile mind,
Leaving only traces of what was left behind.

Yet in the quiet corners of the weary heart,
A spark flickers, refusing to fully depart.
In the ashes of despair, a seed of hope might grow,
To guide the soul through darkness, its gentle glow.