In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance in dimming light,
Lies the tale of a soul in strife,
Engulfed in the dark, depressing life.

Each dawn breaks with muted hue,
A world in grey, devoid of blue,
The weight of sorrow, heavy and rife,
Chokes the essence of this life.

Dreams once bright, now fade to dust,
Hope crumbles, as iron turns to rust,
The heart, a prisoner of endless strife,
Seeks solace in this depressing life.

Yet, through the murk, a glimmer small,
A faint reminder of the fall,
That even in the deepest night,
A spark can ignite, and life can fight.