In the corridors of my broken thoughts,
Shadows dance with echoes of despair,
Whispers weave a tapestry of doubt,
In the labyrinth where sanity is rare.
Mirrors reflect a twisted reality,
Each shard a fragment of my soulâs pain,
Lost in a maze of endless confusion,
Searching for clarity in the rain.
The voices, they scream in silent chaos,
Distorted dreams blur the nightâs embrace,
A puppet to the strings of madness,
Bound by the chains I cannot trace.
Yet in this darkness, a flicker remains,
A fragile hope amidst the storm,
That someday, Iâll find my way back,
To the peace where my heart was once warm.