In the depths of darkened minds,
Where shadows whisper lies,
Hatred grows like twisted vines,
Beneath indifferent skies.

Hearts once pure and bright,
Now tainted, cold, and cruel,
Ensnared by endless night,
They play the villain’s role.

Words like daggers, sharp and keen,
Cutting deep, they leave their mark,
In the spaces in between,
They turn the light to dark.

Yet in the heart of every storm,
There lies a chance to heal,
To break the chains and transform,
And rediscover what is real.