In the quiet corners of the mind’s despair,
A whisper calls, a siren’s deadly lure.
Promises of escape from burdens to bear,
Yet chains unseen begin to endure.

A fleeting solace in a world turned gray,
The heart seeks light in a fleeting grace.
But shadows dance where dreams decay,
And life unravels in a cold embrace.

The soul cries out, longing to break free,
Yet binds itself in a fleeting trance.
A cycle of torment, a silent plea,
For courage found in a second chance.

In the echo of a distant dawn’s light,
Hope whispers softly, a gentle call.
To rise above the night’s endless fight,
And find strength in the heart’s honest fall.