In the depths of night, where whispers roam,
Lies a path paved with fragile dreams,
Shadows dance, in silent tones,
Weaving tales torn at the seams.
The siren’s call, a sweet deceit,
Promises of escape, a fleeting flight,
But in its grip, the heart retreats,
Into a world devoid of light.
Illusions fade, yet chains remain,
Binding spirits, once so free,
A battle fought in endless pain,
Against the tide of a darkened sea.
Yet hope endures, a flickering flame,
Guiding souls towards the dawn,
Breaking free from sorrow’s claim,
To find the strength to carry on.