In the dim-lit corridors of the mind,
Where shadows dance in a silent trance,
A whisper echoes, soft yet unkind,
Luring hearts into a fleeting romance.

The promise of solace in a fleeting bliss,
Wrapped in the veil of deceptive dreams,
Yet beneath the surface, a chasm abyss,
Where hope fades, and nothing is as it seems.

Fingers tremble as the night unfolds,
Seeking warmth in the cold embrace,
But the light of dawn, a story retold,
Of battles lost in the heart’s own space.

Yet through the darkness, a flicker ignites,
A call to rise from the ashes anew,
For within the soul, the strength ignites,
To break the chains and let the spirit through.