In shadows cast by whispered dread,
A mirror’s gaze, a silent thread,
Echoes of hunger, softly weave,
A tale of battles we can’t perceive.
Beneath the surface, storms collide,
A heart’s true hunger, forced to hide,
Silent screams in a crowded room,
A fragile flower, denied to bloom.
The scale becomes a judge, a fate,
Numbers dance, love turns to hate,
A cycle spins, in endless fight,
Searching for solace in the night.
Yet hope remains, a distant light,
Healing whispers in the night,
A gentle hand to guide the way,
Towards brighter dawns, a new day.