Beneath the crescent, whispers call
To the hollowed hearts that roam the dark
Seeking solace in the weightless fall
Lost in dreams that leave a mark
The needle’s kiss, a fleeting breath
Promises escape from the sorrow’s grip
But illusions fade, revealing death
In the poison’s cruel, deceptive sip
Shadows dance in the mind’s despair
As hope dissolves in the serpent’s bite
Chained by the ghosts that linger there
In the endless chase of a fleeting light
Yet in the dawn, a glimmer stays
A whisper soft, of strength reborn
To break the chains of nightâs cruel maze
And find the dawn of a brighter morn