In the quiet of the night, where shadows loom,
Lies a heart besieged by endless gloom.
The whispers of agony, a silent scream,
Echo through the corridors of a broken dream.

Beneath the surface of a smiling face,
Lies a battlefield, a hidden place.
The weight of sorrow, a heavy shroud,
Concealing cries that are never loud.

Each tear that falls, a drop of pain,
Lost in the rhythm of the falling rain.
The wounds unseen, they bleed within,
Marking the soul with an eternal sin.

Yet, from the ashes of despair and fright,
Rises a spirit, ready to fight.
For even in the depths of darkest night,
There lies a spark, a glimmer of light.