In the alley of forgotten dreams,
Whispers of solace softly scream,
A fleeting high, a deceptive glow,
Where truth hides in shadows below.

Veins pulse with borrowed time,
In a dance with fate, a silent crime,
Each moment blurs in a hazy hue,
Promises lost, once bright and true.

The heart beats in a rhythmic plea,
Seeking freedom, longing to be free,
Yet the chains of desire tightly bind,
In the labyrinth of the wandering mind.

But hope flickers in the distant light,
A beacon through the endless night,
To rise from ashes, to gently mend,
And embrace the dawn, a faithful friend.