In the silence of the midnight hour,
Where shadows dance and dreams devour,
A shattered soul seeks solace, peace,
But finds instead, a void’s release.

Whispers of a broken past,
Echo through the heart so vast,
Each fragment tells a tale of woe,
Of love once pure, now turned to foe.

The tears that fall, like autumn rain,
Wash away the scars of pain,
Yet deep within, the wounds remain,
A constant, ever-present stain.

But in this desolate, darkened space,
A flicker of hope begins to trace,
The path to healing, slow but sure,
For even broken hearts can cure.