In the dim-lit alley of forgotten dreams,
Where whispers of euphoria softly call,
The shadows dance in silent, brittle seams,
Enticing hearts into their gentle thrall.

A fleeting spark ignites the weary soul,
Promising escape from endless night,
Yet in its wake, a deeper, darker hole,
A spiral down from artificial light.

The velvet grip of solace tightens fast,
Binding hope in chains of fleeting grace,
Illusions shatter, dreams of freedom past,
As time reveals the harshness of its face.

In silent screams, the echoes linger near,
A haunting song of scars and broken wings,
Yet in the dark, there shines a single tear,
A hope that healing’s gentle whisper brings.