In shadows cast by deliberate hands,
The scars of choice, forever stand.
A silent scream, a whispered plea,
The echoes of humanity’s decree.

Beneath the veil of pain and fear,
Lies the truth, so sharp and clear.
Intentions dark, with purpose grim,
A world where light begins to dim.

The heart that breaks from wounds so deep,
In restless nights, it cannot sleep.
For violence born of thought and will,
Leaves a void, no time can fill.

Yet in the dark, a spark remains,
A hope to heal the deepest pains.
To rise above the hurt and strife,
And reclaim the sanctity of life.