In the quiet whisper of the night,
Where shadows dance with flickering light,
A soul is caught in a silent storm,
Its essence broken, its spirit torn.

The masquerade of fleeting highs,
Promises woven in deceitful lies,
In dreams where hope and despair collide,
A fragile heart in darkness hides.

Through veils of smoke, the truth is veiled,
Bound by chains that cannot be scaled,
Yet in the depths, a flicker remains,
A longing to break free from these chains.

Oh, weary traveler of this endless night,
Seek the dawn, embrace the light,
For within the shadows where you roam,
There lies the path to lead you home.