In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Shadows dance with phantom fears,
A heart wrapped in a thorny bower,
Weeps the echo of unseen tears.

Dreams dissolve like mist at dawn,
Leaving traces of lingering pain,
In a world where joy is gone,
Only sorrow’s whispers remain.

Silent screams within the soul,
Lost in depths of dark despair,
Searching for a way to be whole,
In a life beyond repair.

Yet hope flickers in the gloom,
A fragile light in endless night,
Though sadness fills every room,
It yearns for the dawn’s first light.